“I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control?”

“I resist the urge to pump my fist. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’ve just won some sort of competition worthy of headlines.”

“I resisted the urge to point out that since Alona was already technically dead, it wouldn’t really be homicide. I do have some sense of self-preservation.”

“You need to shave,” I said to wipe that gooey love struck look off his face. I didn’t need my dad to kill him. Caeden grinned and rubbed his stubbly chin. “But you love my scruff,” he said and rubbed his jaw against my face to drive home the point.”

“Who would I kill?” I asked, sitting up from him, wiping my face.“Who?”“Yeah, I mean, is it random, or do you choose them?”“Well.” He grinned and picked an ant off the rug, then tossed it onto the grass. “I usually avoid eating comedians as much as possible.”“Why?” I asked slowly.“Because they taste funny.” His brows rose. I imagined a tumbleweed rolling past as I listened for crickets. “That wasn't funny.”

“But I could control these flames. It was an irresistible urge, one that I didn’t want to ignore. - Aurora”