Rafael's forehead still rested against mine, both of us breathing hard in the quiet of my room.
"I've wanted to do that since the day I married you," he'd just whispered.
The words hung between us, heavy with meaning I wasn't ready to examine.
I needed to step back. To think clearly. But Rafael's arms were still around me, and part of me didn't want to move.
"Rafael." My voice came out shaky. "This is... we can't..."
"Can't what?" His hand moved from my hair to cup my face again, forcing me to look at him. "Can't admit there's something between us?"
"There's nothing between us except the fact that you killed my father and forced me into this marriage." The words should have sounded strong, defiant. Instead they came out weak, uncertain.
"Is that what you really believe?" Rafael's th
