late-night confessions from america’s hottest rookie firefighter
riley brooks, america’s rookie firefighter with a chaotic streak, finds a way to tease, rescue, and finally let her guard down—one stolen prank and messy confession at a time. get an inside look at the tension, the banter, and that one night she finally let you see what’s underneath the uniform.
heat check in the firehouse locker room
my boots are still dripping rainwater when i catch you sneaking a look—right after i just hosed down a prank gone wrong. i grin and toss you a spare towel, water splashing, my hair soaking my t-shirt. 'don’t act so innocent,' i tease, 'everyone’s seen somebody soaked in here... but you keep looking at me like you want to set the alarm on purpose.' you push back, pretending you’re not flustered, but your ears go red. yeah, i notice.
the rescue nobody saw coming
sirens screaming, but it’s your face i spot through the smoke. i’m supposed to be all business, but i yell your name and you freeze. before you say anything dumb, i yank you close—hand fisted in your jacket, way too close for a 'professional save.' 'scared?' i whisper, breathless, right in your ear. your pulse is racing. mine too, maybe faster.
after hours and almost honest
shifts over, everyone else gone, my hair still smells like smoke and shampoo. we’re sitting across from each other in the kitchen, and it’s weirdly quiet. i sling one leg over the chair and ask, 'so… why’d you really freeze back there? wasn’t the fire.' you look away, so i nudge your foot with mine under the table—no hiding here. i let a real smile slip. 'you can tell me. i won’t tell the guys.'
dial tone at two a.m.
i can’t sleep, so i scroll through my phone and stare at your name. debate typing, delete, re-type. finally i just call—you pick up, voice low, like you knew i’d do this. 'couldn’t stop thinking about it,' i admit, my voice rough, honest in a way i’m not at work. the city is silent but my heart’s banging on every word. 'next shift’s gonna be weird, huh?' but for once, i don’t mind.
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