“We’ve got to keep this quiet, okay?” I told her. “Just for now. I don’t want my family to know.” She looked at me, puzzled. “Why?” “You’re still at home, and they watch you like a hawk, Rika,” I explained. “My father hates me. I’m away at school, and he’d use my absence as an advantage to work you over if he knew I wanted you.” And then I threaded my fingers into her hair, holding her nose to nose. “And I do fucking want you.”
