The Wish Collector

by Mia Sheridan

Once upon a time, he had been a man used to the spotlight and now he was a man who danced between moonbeams.

She felt like she was floating in a vast midnight sky, his lips her only anchor to reality, the only path out of the darkness. It was a kiss born of a thousand starlit dreams. A kiss she never wanted to end.

“I would have looked twice at you,” he said. “Then. Now. In any lifetime, and under the brightest of skies.”