Autumn
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A broken man stumbles upon love for the first time- a love that burns fiercely and he can't bring himself to walk away... "I'm the moth and you're the flame and I've been drawn to you from the very moment I laid eyes on you," I whispered while gently stroking her knuckles with my thumb. "I know I'll get burned but I can't seem to look away." "Doesn't that scare you? Don't you have the common sense enough to be afraid that I'll hurt you?"she snaps, yanking her hand away from mine. "I've never been good for you Jessie." She plops down on the porch with her head in her hands. "Maybe you're right." Her head snaps up to look at me, red curls protesting against the sudden movement of her head and I continue. "Maybe I should be scared but I'm not. And maybe that lack of fear makes me an idiot, but I don't care. I've seen plenty fires in my day: started plenty of them and watched them flicker and die out just the same. But I've never seen a fire as beautiful as you, never seen one burn so bright. I want to smolder with you Autumn. I want to smolder in your heat forever."
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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