It was Christmas Eve. Autumn was staring brooding through the window, absentmindedly watching the snow covering the last remnant of concrete, feeling a sense of déjà-vu. Nine years ago, it had been her favorite position to wait for Dylan to come back home or to admire him from afar. Memories swamped her.
At fourteen, she’d developed a terrible crush on him but that was no big deal. Every other girl in California carried their hearts on their sleeves around him and he only had to make a grab at them whenever he wanted. It was as simple as that for him and it was as complicated as that for her. He was the f*******n fruit. Even at nineteen, he’d managed to make it to the list of the top four hundred most eligible bachelors in one of the most prestigious business magazines of the states.
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