Kate hadn't yet been open with Raphael about the chain of events that lead her here but he had opened himself up like a book, reading to Kate from the pages of his past and even allowing her to fill in a few of her own. She hadn't yet managed to find the words to explain her situation and she found herself feeling a little guilty.
It was late and they were still laying in bed, basking in the afterglow of their spontaneous lovemaking. Kate's head was resting on Raphael’s chest and his fingers were twirling the ends of her hair around and around, she wished they could just stay like this forever.
She decided now was as good a time as any to open up about the real reason she ended up here. Maybe it was because she suddenly felt she owed it to him? Maybe it was all the oxytocin still coursi
