Noiseless Wet Dreams of You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"You are never going to be my father..." I declared so it would sink into him. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel, the car finally jerking to a halt. Outside, the road was a desert, just a long, shimmering ribbon of asphalt baking under the afternoon sun. He didn’t turn to look at me. He just sat there, staring fixedly through the windshield as if he’d forgotten how to breathe and was trying to relearn the rhythm."Don’t ever do that again," he warned."Why?" I snapped, the bitterness rising in my throat. "Because I shouldn’t kiss my dad?" I spat the word out, and it tasted like copper on my tongue. "Fine. Then I don’t want you as a father.""Stop throwing a tantrum, Yuna. You’re twenty years old."The condescension made my head throb. "You think this is a tantrum?""We’ll talk about this later," he said, dismissing me with a wave of his hand toward the window. "After your date with your boyfriend.""He’s not my boyfriend!""He will be." He drew the line wit

  "That’s why you’re coming in late." "Does it matter? I’m not a kid, and I don't have a curfew." "When you live under my roof, you have whatever I decide you have," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He stood up, the ice clinking sharply against the glass as he set it down. He walked toward me, each step heavy, until he was standing in the small circle of light by the door. His eyes dropped to my shoulders. His lip curled in a silent, mocking sneer. "Get that cheap polyester out of my house," he whispered, stepping into my personal space until I could smell the sharp tang of whiskey on his breath. Polyes

  "Drake, why are you making her carry your heavy bag?" he asked, his voice cold enough to stop Drake in his tracks. Jake stood there with the bag hanging effortlessly over his own shoulder. "Dad?" "Coach to you whenever I'm here," Jake corrected sharply. His scent surrounded me, making my knees feel like water. Drake flinched. "Coach." "Why did you make her carry this?" "I was..." "When are you going to learn to clean up after yourself?" Jake stepped toward Drake, his presence overwhelming. "This is why you never get better at biking, because all you do is delegate. You s

"Oh my God... they’re so in love with each other..." The whispers rippled through the cafeteria like a wave, accompanied by the constant, rhythmic clicking of phone cameras. "She’s so crazy about Brendan. Doesn't even mind kissing in the cafeteria now." "Who wouldn't be over Brendan? He’s literally the nation’s rising fashion model and star baseball player. They’re a match made in heaven." "And look at the way he loves her," another girl sighed. "See those eyes? Fixed on hers alone." Brendan’s hands smoothed my hair, his touch gentle and grounding. He didn't seem to hear the gossip or notice the cameras; he was in his own world. "I just like you so much, Aubrey," he whispered.

  "Don’t start, Aubrey. Don’t do this. I need to take you home now, I have a meeting with important people later." Important people? I was sure even Illya was marked as "important" in his busy diary. I stared at him, my jaw set. I would rather die here than spend another twenty minutes trapped in the suffocating silence of his car. Than be under his gaze where he will have the glory of treating me like his daughter.  "Brendan can drive me," I said, my voice cool and steady. "I’m actually staying behind to wait for him." "How do you expect me to leave you in the care of some boy? I’m supposed to be taking you home to..." "I’m twenty, Jake. I can choose who