It’s been two weeks since Dylan St. John entered my life in a firestorm of lust and passion. Now I know his secret - he’s a beloved, badass rock star.
His band is playing in Boston tonight, and I have tickets to his show. I wonder if I'll be able to tell when I see him if he's been reliving our every moment the way I have. Or maybe I was just another distraction.
And if he sees me, I wonder if he'll be able to tell that he’s not the only one with a secret.