My first kiss was sparkless. I couldn't bear the shame ... So I tried faking the sparks ... ~~~ I stood with Jack at the altar, our hands clasped tightly. I played with the firework clenched tight between my teeth, dreading the pain. If caught, the church would hurt us far worse than any firework could. The time came, and our lips pressed together. My tongue flipped the latch and the firework popped. Sparks began to fly from our mouths ... ~~~ You'll love this short fantasy story with a romantic flair, because everyone loves a relationship where sparks fly. Get it now.
