Damien
I clenched my fists and Samantha flashed a smile. Why did she mention Raphael's name? Did she think Raphael came to console her?
"Thank you, Raphael, you are my savior.." She said before dozing off in my arms.
Raphael? I'm not Raphael!! Why does it have to be Raphael she called?! I zoomed off to the room and laid her on the bed.
I turned on the heater to make her warm and I pecked her forehead before lowering my gaze to her lips. Her lips were not dried up, rather they looked soft and plump.
The cold temperature in the room should have dried up her lips. Why do they look soft? Is it what I'm thinking it is? Did Raphael kiss her?!
I dashed to the other room where I left Raphael. I saw him cleaning his face gently and I sprinted toward him with a blow to his face.
He wince
