First lesson

"Anita is coming over," Monica complained when Khan pulled her, "And we have yet to find an excuse for me."

"What's there to justify?" Khan wondered while Monica laid her head on his shoulder. "You came here a bit earlier to help me with my classes. Anita will buy it."

"We both helped in the past week," Monica whispered, making sure that her warm breath ended on Khan's neck, "And this isn't even my first time staying behind."

Khan had to agree with Monica. Almost two weeks had passed since Lucian's party, and the Harbor had not been nice to them in that period.

Nothing major or terrible had happened. A few parties had taken place, but they had never lasted too long. Khan had laughed with George, gotten to know many people, and dealt with Monica's mood as well as he could. Yet, the chances for some privacy had come rarely.