It would wake him from his dreams in a cold sweat, though it made him want to stay in his dreams forever.

It distracted him during councils, and speeches and suppers, making his eyes and mind wander to places they should not be.

It shamed him, made him ache, made him burn, made him weep.

It was not meant for him, and for that he wanted it all the more.

It was something he could not have, but coveted nonetheless.

It was carnal, fervent, possessing, disabling, mind-controlling.

It was Sin, embodied in the full ripe lips of his dearest friend.