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reveled in the feel of her. They walked together to the motorcycle.
     
    "Have I sufficiently scared you off?" he asked impulsively.
     
    "You've given me a lot to consider," she replied.
     
    She settled on the bike behind him, arms easily resting around his waist, and when he took off, she clutched him tighter. He sped the short distance to her apartment. He had to get her home. If he didn't, he couldn't be held accountable for what he might do.
     
    She stood on the steps to her apartment, watching him ride away and struggling to push down the excitement that still lingered long after he disappeared into the night. What was wrong with her? She suppressed a soulful groan. He had all but told her he was bad news, but she couldn't resist continuing the story to see what would happen next.
     

 
    CHAPTER 5
     
    Bionca had waited up for her, and as soon as Afia walked into the apartment, she was assailed with questions about how the date went and what he was like. She barely had the words to describe everything. Afia sat at the kitchen counter with Bionca going over everything in detail and watching her friend's face carefully to see what Bionca thought about the whole situation.
     
    "The problem is," said Afia, "this weekend I'm going with my parents to meet a man they hope will pique my interest. They're ready for me to settle down. I know what's expected of me, Bionca, but..."
     
    Bionca chipped at the polish on her nails with chewed off nails, contemplating. "What they don't know won't hurt them, right?"
     
    "I can't hide something as big as this. If they find out, they'll never trust me again."
     
    Bionca reached out and grabbed her arm. "Afia, you're an adult!"
     
    "I'm trying to tell you what it's like in my family, Bionca. I know I'm an adult, but I still have responsibilities, duties. I can't just walk around like none of that matters. Why won't you listen to me?"
     
    "I'm doing the best I can, honey, but I'm having a hard time reconciling the girl I know with the person you're trying to turn yourself into. Every challenge you've encountered since I met you, you've conquered. You're not some shrinking violet who can be manipulated, and you're letting yourself be backed into a corner by hardline traditionalists who expect you to conform to their standards with no allowance for what you really want to do with your life! Afia, you have a right to pave your own way."
     
    "I'm scared I'll mess things up." Afia's voice was small, as she admitted the fear that lingered in the back of her mind every time she thought about rebelling against her parents' wishes. She wasn't so arrogant that she imagined she'd never need their help in the future. These were things that had to be considered.
     
    "You will mess up. We all mess up. Your folks have messed up before. Look, I know you think you have them all figured out, but they're humans, too. The bottom line is, you don't know what you'll do if you keep waiting around for someone else to make all your decisions for you."
     
    "He basically told me he couldn't be trusted."
     
    Bionca snorted. "At least he's honest."
     
    Afia giggled. "I gotta get some sleep," she said finally. "Whose idea was it to have a late night date in the middle of a class week?"
     
    "Yours," Bionca reminded her.
     
    Afia got up from the counter and made her way to the bathroom, and she drew a bath so she could contemplate her night in private. She sank into the tub, and the bubbles rose to her chest. She slowly washed her face, sweeping the towel over her glistening skin. She washed away the day, while her mind was lingering on the night. Sam was more than attractive; he was interesting. She wondered if it was the forbidden quality that stamped their relationship with taboo that appealed to her most.
     
    It was intense to know he was just as interested in her as she was in him, and he respected her. That was different. That was important, but what should she do with him? Bionca's suggestion was