A Single Moment of Sincerity {MxB}

Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to him. Arson, even his name warned you not to play with fire or you would be burned. I had been singed so much that I craved that sensational feeling that bordered both pain and pleasure. His bright eyes watched me, burning holes into me the same way the pads of his calloused fingers set my body on fire with even the simplest of touches. The smell of smoke constantly surrounded him. I watched as he struck matches just to hear the fizz as it ignited and watch the flame lick at the wood until ash was all that remained. My life was like the match. Fragile and easy to destroy, it was in his nature to set fire to everything around him, so how is it that Arson was the only one I came to trust not to set my already gasoline-soaked life ablaze?