Olivia's eyes widened, the word 'intimate' sparking both alarm and curiosity.
"Intimate?" She repeated, her voice a whisper, her mind racing to imagine what he meant.
Sitting this close, feeling his warmth, his strength, was already pushing the boundaries of what she'd ever experienced with him.
If this wasn't cuddling, what could possibly be more intimate?
"What...What do you mean by that, Kafi? What's cuddling, then?"
Kafka's expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face as he glanced around, as if weighing whether to answer. Olivia caught the pause, her curiosity intensifying she was finally glimpsing the dynamics of this household, the closeness between Kafka and Abigaille that had formed in her absence.
"Go on." She urged, her voice eager. "Tell me."
He sighed, his tone careful but teasing.
