Family is not an important thing. It's everything.
~Michael J. Fox~
Sophie
I sat beside Raphael fully wrapped up in his coat which smelt of fresh air and him. It was like the many times we had done this, sat beside each other, yet this felt like it was special—maybe it's because it was my home town or the fact that he had finally said he loved me, I thought silently as I stifled a yawn with my hand. He smiled— Raphael, raising his brows comically.
"Hunger" I said smiling back at him.
He sat with his hand behind my seat, his thigh touching mine and once in a while he brushed my hair gently like he couldn't keep from touching me and I leaned back to his body as we waited to be served.
As much as I knew he loved me, I felt needed as well. It felt absolutely wonderful to be needed espe
