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?