"You think I don't know about hiding shit?" I ask with a smirk, leaning forward and practically knocking the food to the floor so that I can press a kiss to the corner of his lips, and it's greasy and a little messy and too brief, but that's okay.

Finishing off the egg roll, I grab a container of general chicken from the bag.

"I know it's weird," I admit, pausing to swallow, "I mean, I still haven't really told my mom."