Olivia was still trying to catch her breath, mind spinning with what he'd just whispered, an audience, when Kafka suddenly stepped back from her just far enough to slip one hand into his pant pocket.
When he drew something out, she saw the flash of black silk first. Then he was pressing a small, neatly folded bundle into her hands.
"What…What is this?" Her fingers curled around the soft fabric without thinking.
He smiled, that knowing, lazy, almost dangerous smile that told her he'd been planning this.
"I've been holding on to this for a while." He said lightly, like it was nothing at all. "I wanted to give it to you earlier...but you were in one of your moods." His eyes dipped over her flushed face, the way she was still gripping her breasts protectively. "Figured you'd probably just get pissed and throw it at me."
"Kafi…" She looked down at the fabric in her palms, the silk whispering against her skin.
