Being jealous of my best friend, coveting his wife, and stealing my way into the bed he’d still be in if he hadn’t been ripped from this world far too soon. I would feel bad about it, but I’ve lived with the guilt of wanting her for years, and I’m past the point of regretting it, too far gone to feel bad enough to stop what’s happening between us. And if claiming my angel means I’m going to hell…well then, I’ll be a happy inhabitant when my time comes.
