"If you had one wish, what would it be?" The question comes out hoarsely from Dexter's lips, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets tightly. A soft moan releases itself through his mouth. Moonlight breaks through the curtains. "To fall in love," The fallen angel's eyes interlock with Dexter's, arousal and mischief ever-present as he cups the underside Dexter's mouth. "Life is too short to pride yourself on wishes."