“I miss stripping.”
I look up from my phone and give Haru a confused look.
“Seriously?”
Haru just shrugs and goes back to applying her eyeliner—correction, my eyeliner. We're getting ready to go to the mall, which is roughly an hour's drive away.
“You know what stripping means to me,” she says.
I just shake my head and get up from the floor where I’ve been sitting. I do know what it means to her, but I wish she could find her “fix” somewhere else.
“Can it wait a little?” I ask, looking for my jacket and combat boots.
Haru looks at me through the mirror before glancing down.
“I guess. But I really need it, Lev. I feel uneasy if I don’t… I don’t understand it myself, but—”
“I understand. I’ll look for a place that’s safe enough. Okay? Just give me some time to figure it out.”
Haru
