Kafka noticed Olivia pouting with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her head turned aside as if sulking from his teasing, so he softened his grin and reached out to gently rub her hips, pulling her closer to his seat.
"Hey, Mom, I'm sorry." He said, his voice warm and apologetic as his fingers traced soothing lines on her sides. "I didn't mean to push you too far. You're just too damn beautiful to resist teasing, you know? Wearing that tight underwear with a body like yours, so erotic and perfect, it's only natural I'd wanna see it."
"...I simply can't help myself when you're this gorgeous." He said in a sincere manner, his eyes glinting with admiration as he leaned closer, hoping to ease her embarrassment.
Olivia's heart fluttered at his words, quiet happiness blooming deep inside despite her resolve to stay firm. But she kept her gaze averted, refusing to give in too easily.
