Shuu's mother was in France for her recovery. His father was perpetually busy with business dealings, which left Shuu alone at home most of the time.
Which meant he was thinking about the girl most of the time. Not about screwing her or anything. Not that her body wasn't decent, but he'd slept with better. Not that he was really screwing around anymore. Not that it has ever mattered much to him.
He sighed. He just wanted to talk to her without that annoying friend of hers interrupting again. He'd been close last time. Close to what, he didn't know. But he'd been on the verge of discovering something about her, and that was what kept him up at night thinking about her.
Not that he didn't occasionally think about more than talking. She wasn't ugly, after all.
But he frowned, disrupting whatever fantasies he'd been entertaining. That idiot was like her guard dog, although Shuu didn't understand why she needed one.
He sighed for the millionth time that night. He'd ask her Friday night when his dad was out on another business trip.