Raphael crawled up the bed to pull me into his arms, blanket and all, as Dominik softly knocked on the door, pushing a trolley with multiple cloches on top.
"I come bearing food," smiled my mate as Raphael tightened his arms around me, his face buried into the back of my neck. "But only for the Beauty. The beast can fend for himself outside in the living room with the others. However, I don't guarantee that there is anything left by now."
My body shook as I tried to suppress my laughter. Giving up the losing battle, the sound of laughter burst from me. "You know, Raphael is really hot… right? I mean, to most, he would be considered to be the Beauty."
"Not a chance in hell," replied Dominik, pushing the cart to the side of the bed before crawling into it and lying down in front of me. "You forget, I shared a locker room with him in High School. He is no Beauty, that's for sure."
