~Luna~
Alright, folks.
The next day s**t wasn’t funny.
It was visitation f*****g day.
I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a very enthusiastic truck—every muscle ached in this soft, secret way that made me blush just thinking about why.
Raphael was already up, leaning against the window in just his boxers, scrolling his phone like he owned the place (which, honestly, he kind of does in my head right now).
Caleb was still sprawled across my narrow bed, one arm flung over his eyes, looking unfairly gorgeous even half-asleep. They both glanced up when I stirred, and the way their eyes darkened made my stomach flip all over again.
“Morning, baby,” Raphael said, with his deep eal. He came over, brushed my hair back from my face, and kissed me slow—soft at first, then deeper, lik
