Zakiko slid off her kimono lazily. “There’s no risk. It’s midnight. The hot spring’s abandoned.”
He opened his robe. “Isn’t it bad luck before a wedding to see—”
“We’re both blind, Takashi.”
The rōnin chuckled. “Touches don’t count?”
“I count each one.”
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