Moments later, Kafka returned, a small parcel wrapped in shimmering silk cloth cradled in his hands.
He slipped back into the hot spring with a gentle splash, settling beside her as she watched him with eager eyes.
But before he could speak, Nina moved, climbing onto his lap with a sudden, playful wiggle, her firm ass shifting against his thighs as she sought the perfect spot, water sloshing around them.
She then looked up at him with an impish grin, her voice a teasing lilt.
"Why're you looking at me like that, huh? Got a problem with me sitting on you like this? I wanted to—I like it here, so what're you gonna do about it?"
He blinked, caught off guard, then let out a reluctant laugh, his hands settling on her hips as he smiled down at her.
"My little tigress can sit on my lap whenever she wants—I'm not complaining."
