"Tell me the truth, Raphael. Now. Tonight. No more evasions and lies. What is it you feel for me? Is it affection- or merely indifference?" He finally moved then, snatching the sketchbook from her hand and tossing it to a chair. He wrapped one arm around her waist and fisted her hair with the other hand, bending over her until she had to grasp those broad shoulders or fall. "Believe me, Wife, the last thing I feel for you is indifference." Then his mouth was on hers, devouring her, his hot tongue demanding that she part her lips and let him into her depths."