"Raphael, I really want you."

"Me too Alice."

They were lying in bed, and Alice was staring at the ceiling, her hand stroking his chest absentmindedly. Raphael's fingers were gently tracing patterns on her arm as he listened to the gentle melody of her voice. He wanted to listen to her sing for hours. He loved her voice.

She had a beautiful voice and it was one of the things that drew him to her. She had no idea how much she did, but even though he didn't know why she called herself 'Alice', he liked her because he could hear the sincerity behind her words.

He smiled to himself...