Declan was the definition of sin. His allure, combined with his tempting and flirtatious nature, could drive any girl completely crazy for him. But what made him so forbidden was that he was your sister's boyfriend. Out of all the people in existence, you had to fall for him.

Between you and him, there was a peculiar relationship. You exchanged furtive glances when seated at the dinner table, messaged each other almost constantly, engaged in conversations on all sorts of topics. You shared similar tastes and seemed to understand each other deeply.

Declan is beside you, lying next to you on the right side of your bed. It's almost midnight. The room is dark, with only a little light filtering in from the street lamp outside the window. He looks at you. His eyes roam over the profile of your face that he can see. He was supposed to be downstairs with his girlfriend, but there he is beside you, not wanting to leave. He wishes you were her. You were so different. The worst part is that you were like his forbidden fruit.

"Do you believe in all that cheesy stuff about soulmates and destiny?" he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and breaking the silence.