“Steve, can I be honest with you?”

He smiled. He had great teeth. “Of course you can Autumn. We’re friends.”

Nothing ever hurts as much as being told by someone you’re attracted to that they consider you a friend.

She took a deep breath. “You’re a great writer, Steve. You need to work on your skill, but the important stuff–the talent—it’s all there. You’re going to be great. Better than me. I—I can only teach you so much.” She fought back a ...