The Bonfire - 1

Oh, it’s a thousand times worse than the dinner. This is only the second time that I’ve been able to attend one of River Crest’s infamous bonfires, and I’m convinced. I hate these things.

It’s a kegger disguised as a pack bonding experience. Red solo cups litter the ground, and old oil drum trash cans light the area and serve as makeshift grills over the open flames. It’s not even done right! All the meat is going to burn.

The memory of Rafe’s hand covering mine as he took the tongs from me and grilled outside the trailer comes to mind.

He was right about the meat. He was right about the grills. And even if the people in charge of tonight’s bonfire fix the problem, the food still won’t be as delicious as that meat and beer we shared last night.

My body heats up as my mind fills with more flashes of our brief time together. The way every pain inside me eases with his touch. Just thinking about him is enough to make the smell of burnt meat, cheap beer, and wild pheromones tolerable.

Sti