The morning of the wedding dawned bright and perfect, the kind of day my sister had dreamed about her whole life. The villa was buzzing with activity — hair stylists, makeup artists, florists, and excited relatives moving through the halls like a well-organized storm. My sister was radiant in her robe, laughing with her bridesmaids, completely oblivious to the fact that I’d spent the night before with her fiancé’s come still drying on my thighs.

I couldn’t look at her without feeling the guilt twist like a knife in my gut.

But I also couldn’t stop the ache between my legs every time I caught Torin’s eye across the room....