So it begins

'But let me warn you once play close to to the flame, like a moth, you will get burned' he seductively whispers before tailing kisses on my neck and down to my swollen breasts.
I try to regain my own voice, 'yo- you once told me that you'd always kiss my pain away, so I guess the scotching won't be too bad'
We both snort at the cheesy pickup lines we had read from a book last night.