Chapter Fourteen
At some point, we did finally make it to the bedroom, although by then I was ready to merely sleep in his arms, nothing more. I’d never slept with anyone — really “slept” — before Raphael, and I was a little surprised by how much I enjoyed being there with him, of waking up to see his heavy dark hair rumpled and the taut lines of worry smoothed away by sleep. No five o’clock shadow, though; back on Earth, when he’d been attempting to pass himself off as one of us, I had detected a faint hint of stubble by the end of the day, but that clearly wasn’t Raphael’s natural state.
When I opened my eyes, I remembered we would be back on Earth sometime later this day. My stomach clenched. You’d think facing down my parents would be a piece of cake after the ordeal I’d suffered in
