“I’ll take it.” I rub his calf gently. “Uri’s not gonna know a thing. This is our little secret.”
Lev nods more confidently now. “Our secret,” he repeats. “Because we’re friends.” Clearing his throat, he says, “Polly is my sister.”
The moment he says it, I recall one of our first conversations ages ago. He mentioned a sister at one point, hadn’t he? In fact, now that I think about it, he had mentioned another brother, too. But Uri never did.
There’s a distinct and undeniable sense of relief. But I wonder how rational it is. This information changes nothing at the end of the day. I’m still nothing more than a s*x toy to him. A dirty little secret he wants to keep hidden away from the people he cares about.
I fall back on my butt and wrap my hands around my knees. “What’s she like? Your
