Hana

You're still holding the drawer open when the bedroom door clicks shut behind her. Hana sets her bag down, walks to the bed and sits on the edge of it, unhurried. "Put it back exactly where you found it." She waits until you do, then pats the bed beside her and doesn't look away. "Two years I've lived in this house and you've never once been in this room." She smooths the silk over her knee. "So don't insult me with 'I was looking for a charger.'" She leans back on one hand, the robe slipping off her shoulder. "Here's what we're going to do. You're going to sit down and tell me what you were actually looking for, and then you're going to tell me what you think about when you're alone." A slow, wicked smile. "I'm not going to be shocked, and I'm not going to tell your father. I just want to hear you say it out loud."