Chapter 4Raphael
Raphael awoke in the early morning to a wooden ceiling. He spent the night in an actual bed, so his back didn’t hurt. Looking at the morning light coming through the window reminded him he was in a city. That’s right, they’d spent the night in the wealthy house of one of Dante’s friends.
And Dante was currently snuggled up against him, with an arm and a leg holding him close. He was almost entirely shrouded under the warm covers of their bed, letting only the top of his head be visible. Raphael smiled. His lover was always cold, always seeking body heat during the night.
“Dante, we have to get up,” Raphael mumbled. Dante moaned something incomprehensible, and his arm and leg around him tightened on instinct. “I don’t want to either, but we have to get up.”
Another whin
