Hestia was the greek goddess of the hearth and home. She was the oldest and youngest child of Cronos and Rhea, and was one of the twelve olympian deities. As goddess of the hearth, she embodied the fire that burned in every home in greece.
“I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. “I swear it,” he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned. “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”