Kafka looked at his mother, his voice steady despite the heat running down underneath. "Feel right? This is what Mom loves, being right here on my lap."
Olivia nodded, her smile shy but genuine as she adjusted to the sensation.
"It...it does feel nice." She admitted, her voice soft. "Really nice. I get why Abi does this. You're...the perfect seat, Kafi."
Her blush deepened, but her eyes sparkled with warmth, her body relaxing against his.
Kafka's grin widened, his arm resting lightly around her waist. "Good to hear...So, you prefer this over just sitting next to me?"
She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting, then nodded.
"This is...so much better." She said, her voice firm despite her shyness. "It feels...closer.."
"Glad you're starting to get it." Kafka said, his tone warm but laced with a subtle satisfaction with how he was ludin. "But don't let your hands just sit there. Mom doesn't."
