Counting the Flames

Orah

I fell in love with him the night I was supposed to die.

Unfortunately, he's the one boy who's not supposed to love me.

Patient. Friend. Teenager. All words I hate when Ridge says them about me.

Deep down, I know he feels the same. There's an undeniable and irrefutable soul-shattering connection between the two of us. We belong to each other. Destiny marked us as one. Our fate was carved in bullets and blood, in bondage and liberation.

But the young firefighter paramedic refuses to cross the lines of his morality. And that's one of the reasons why I love him. Because he's so much more than I ever was or ever will be.

My Hero...

I suppose I should be grateful for the sky-high boundaries he builds. Why? Because being with me will bring him nothing but pain.

Especially when he learns the truth. Because the night he saved me was the night my decisions nearly killed him.

Ridge

I fell in love with her the night I was supposed to die.

Unfortunately for me, she's the one girl I'm not supposed to love.

Hell, truth be told, I'm not even supposed to like her. Outside of a professional relationship, that is. Why? Because she's my patient.

And young. And impressionable. And traumatized by the mass casualty incident that brought us together.

But that doesn't stop our every line from blurring.

Because she's so much more than just the young woman I saved.

My Brave Girl. My Little Bird...

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