Inside his room, Nolan leaned back and relaxed, sipping his morning coffee. His legs were crossed, and his eyes were closed, as if he were imagining himself resting in nature.
But suddenly…
"Guess who I am?"
Two soft, fragrant, rubbery things pressed against his neck as a pair of palms covered his eyes.
The corner of Nolan's mouth twitched as soon as he realized who it was, but he didn't answer right away. Instead, he pretended to think.
"I don't know who you are, but your scent feels familiar," he said, rubbing his chin.
Behind him, Seira smiled faintly and leaned closer, pressing her chest even tighter against Nolan's back.
The scent of chamomile filled his nose, making him involuntarily snort a few times.
"You almost guessed right. Try again," Seira teased.
"You must be a woman, judging by that… cow-like chest. As I recall, Elina wasn't this well-endowed, so you're definitely not her," Nolan said with a small chuckle.
