Raphael's POV
I woke up at 6:53 a.m. to the sound of London her was louder than I've gotten used to.
There was traffic. A bus. Someone's phone alarm two flats over that went off and stopped and went off again.
I lay still for a moment, staring at Liana's ceiling.
The pull-out couch was exactly as uncomfortable as it looked. The middle bar had made its presence known around 2 a.m. and my feet hung off the end because the thing had clearly been designed for someone considerably shorter.
The spare sheets smelled like lavender and the pillow I'd been given was the small embroidered one from the armchair. I'd grabbed it in the dark and apparently made a mistake.
I was completely unbothered by all of this.
I sat up slowly. The flat was quiet. Morning light was coming through the gap in t
