I used to wish for him in the stars.
Every night before bed, I wished for one night with him.
The one person I wasn’t allowed to have.
A man eight years older than me.
A man who’s been in my life since I was born.
My brother’s best friend.
Saint Delacore.
He was my everything.
My secret.
No one knew I harbored this consuming crush for him.
But I never thought I’d actually act on the dirty fantasies that I desperately wanted to be my reality.
Until one trip.
One night.
One hotel room.
One taste that left me damned.
Damned to keep wanting him.
Only, how much time did I really have with a man I wasn’t supposed to have?
