Gasoline and the Match

   Finally the work day was over and it was Friday so there was a spring to her step as she made her way through the parking garage to her car. She made a good move in coming here and she felt as if she were finally calming down, getting her emotions under control and feeling as if she could move on without a constant reminder.
Coming up to her car she paused to see a purple envelope tucked in the driver side window. Standing there frozen she was afraid to touch it. A deep seated hope filled her that it was from him and then on the other hand fear thrilled through her. A part of her scoffed,that rational part of her, the cynic. This little voice told her that he had no clue where she parked in this big lot and that he would not go out of his way for her. He never had, he never would. She needed to get her feet on the ground, stop fantasizing about this and move the hell on. She was a foolish girl with grandiose dreams and she almost always got her heart broken.

  A soft sigh escaped her and she grabbed the envelope from the door, ripped it open and read the words written neatly within.

What a shame to convince these flames they are only sparks;
what a misfortune to say this fire is a flame.
You, have always been gasoline, stop pretending I haven't always
been the match.

Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it down to her toes. The note went on to say they needed to strike the match and light the fire once again but this time they would pour all the gasoline they had on it.
He signed his name and his number.

Standing in the parking garage, cars driving by, tears rolled down her cheeks and she just did not know what to do.
Her heart danced with joy while her mind screamed not to trust this.
It was so hard to go back. To not know if things would be different. Would she matter? Would she be a part of his life? My hell, would she even be treated as an equal, spoken to and not ignored.

"I did not want you to cry." a soft male voice said from behind her.

Every nerve within her stood at attention at that unmistakable voice. She could not breathe, fear and excitement washed through her as she turned slowly to see him standing there.
Concern on his face he stepped closer, lifting one hand to wipe away a tear that strayed down her cheek.
She could not look away from his dark eyes. She felt as if she were caught in a beam of light that held her in place. Too fearful to run. Too in love to even move in fear she would scare him off.
Then something within her steeled and her inner voice screamed; take what you want. He wants to be the match, then light him up. What is the worst that could happen? He would leave. he had been gone already anyway so take it girl, take him.

Without a word she let the purple paper flutter to the ground while her hands lifted to press to his cheeks, her green gaze pinned to his dark one. She saw his eyes widen for a moment then shift to desire as he realized what she was going to do.
Her lips claimed his in a kiss that was fueled by desire, love and desperation.

In that moment they knew they were not merely a flame, they were an inferno.