Olivia's fingers continued to thread gently through Kafka's hair, her hesitant pats growing more confident as the warmth of the moment enveloped them.
But as Olivia's hand moved, a sudden realization hit her, her eyes widening with a flicker of guilt. She froze, her breath catching, and her voice rushed out in a flustered, apologetic tumble.
"Kafi, I...I forgot to say that I-I'm so sorry."
She stammered, her hand pausing on his head, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
"You know, for...for trying to stab you. I didn't mean to, I swear. In that moment, I couldn't recognize you, and my body just...reacted. One second I was looking at you, and the next, I had a knife in my hand, jumping at you."
"...I didn't know what I was doing, and I'm so, so sorry."
Kafka's lips curved into a gentle, amused smile, his eyes twinkling as he met her gaze.
