Setting the scene…
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Smoldering Embers
It was that time of year for brush up training at the Fire Station in Medford Oregon
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…“I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently cupping her cheek. His thumb brushed across her skin, sending a wave of warmth through her. The touch was electric, a silent confirmation of everything they had felt, everything they had almost succumbed to. The doubt, for this moment, receded, replaced by the undeniable, all-consuming pull of their shared desire. The embers, once smoldering, were beginning to glow with a fierce, undeniable heat.