Remember when we were younger, and we’d drive up north for Independence Day? We’d rent that little cabin on the lake and spend the days being too hot and swatting flies, and evenings cuddling by the campfire.

We’d spend the nights in bed exploring each other’s bodies, igniting passion. The heightened arousal of trying to be quiet with the windows open in the summer heat helped us discover that panties in my mouth helped muffle the screams.

The Saturday night fireworks provided a handy cover with the booms, oohs, and ahs as we created our own explosions under the blanket.