Raphael's POV
I had her pressed against the bathroom wall with my fingers inside her and her leg hooked over my arm. This was not how the evening was supposed to go.
It started with a shower.
Her idea. She'd been staying at mine for three days now, her toothbrush in the cabinet, her good teabags in my kitchen, a jumper draped over the reading chair that she said was temporary and that I was never giving back. At half nine she announced she was using my bathroom because hers had no decent water pressure.
I said fine.
She said don't come in.
I waited four minutes.
To be fair, she left the door open.
She was washing her hair when I walked in. Standing under the shower head with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Water ran down her shoulders, her neck, the curve of her waist. St
