There was a time, after Harper had changed me, when I had wished for this moment more than anything else. If someone had said 'you can have five minutes of your life back, just five minutes and then back to reality', I would have chosen this. I would have chosen the chance to be wrapped in Brandon's embrace. I would have grovelled at his feet if need be and begged his forgiveness if it meant just reliving a small taste of what it had been like when we were together like this. When I had stood outside my old house, staring mournfully through the window, I had yearned to see his face, yearned for his smile and most of all, yearned for his touch. Him, him, him. What is it they say about being careful what you wish for? Whirling me around, Brandon pushed me up against the dresser, forcing me t
