Stella
After the Queen left, Isaiah came over and sat next to me on my bed. He caressed my cheeks, making me close my eyes and lean into his touch. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks softly and gently.
He gave my lips a peck, and the heat on my body was rising. I put my hand on his chest and I could feel the fire ignite within. It wasn't the normal orange and yellow a fire should look like, but more of violet and blue-ish color. I took my hand away and gasped, thinking I have burned him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, confused at my reaction. I looked at my hands.
"You didn't feel that?" I asked him. I was trying to find any burn marks on his body, failing to do so. This was shocking for me. I decided to try it again, but slowly I put my burning hand on his chest. The fire
