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Raphael We slept together on one bed. But even though she let me put my arms around her, I couldn’t help but feel a wall had gone up between us. It was like she was giving me a silent message that I could touch her body, but I couldn’t touch her heart. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I was alone in the bed. My muscles were pleasantly sore and tired from the night’s athletic events, and I knew I was sporting some new scratches on my back, and a fresh bite mark on my shoulder. Touching the slight bruise, I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that secret, wild, passionate side of her. I loved being the man who could bring it out of her. I wanted to be the only man. I threw back the covers and grabbed clean clothes. I spotted Beth’s ratty pink bathrobe on the bedpost, and slipped it on