He didnât love her but he did like her generally.
Elissa was kind and sensible, ticking his spouse box.
But having sex in the car wasnât comfy.
So, back to his villa they wentâ¦
In his bedroom, on the gray bedsheets, they made love.
Mid-action, Raphael zoned out.
Elissaâs whimpers reminded him of Olivia.
Like Elissa, Olivia had once cried and moaned, calling his name.
âRaphael, Raphael.
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Tears welled up as he entered Elissaâ¦
Embarrassed, he covered her eyes with his hand.
But Elissa saw it and felt more awkward than Raphael did.
She was lying naked under him, while he dwelled on his first love.
Passion ignited between them.
Sweat trickled down their bodies.
Yet, their hearts remained cold.
They couldnât connect with each other in the real way.
Elissa considered giving up at the moment.
Maybe it was time to let Raphael goâ¦
He didnât love her.
He might never love her.
So why waste her time on him?
When she gazed into Raphaelâs affectionate eyes, she could see that they belonged to another.
It felt like poison to Elissa.
After their wild intercourse, Raphael covered her with a blanket and then headed for a shower.
Returning, he found no trace of Elissa.
The bedâs chaos told the tale of their fervor with a bloodstain an indication that it had been her first time.
The pillow was damp from Elissaâs tears.
Raphael stared silently, and then donned his robe to search for her.
The servant informed, âMiss Palmer left not long ago.
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