(Raphael's pov before the rain confessions)
The feeling when you wake up with an excruciatingly throbbing headache, your stomach churning as if you're about to vomit— that was what Raphael experienced when he opened his eyes.
Straightening his body, he vigorously massaged his aching temples, attempting to see his surroundings more clearly. This was his room. Strangely, he was on the plush carpet right now.
Speaking of strange.
Bit by bit, his memories started flooding back, and suddenly Raphael's body went stiff.
Last night.
The person who had brought him here was Ezra, and it could easily be guessed that the man who had dragged him into the room was Ezra as well.
Shit. He cursed under his breath.
What had I done last night? Damn, I couldn't control myself.
