After that, we sank into the warm bath, the steam rising around us. Her head rested on my shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing the muscles on my chest, teasing me with each slow stroke.
"You're really built… like one of those adventurers," she said, her voice soft but filled with admiration, her fingers sending sparks of heat along my skin.
"I'm not an adventurer," I murmured, the warmth of the water and her touch making my voice come out lower than usual. "But I plan to be one."
"My dad's an adventurer—A-rank, actually," she said, her fingers now drifting down my arm, the water rippling with every movement. "If you don't know how to get started, he could teach you."
I hadn't realized Erick was an adventurer. But, thinking about his body—his build, his strength—it made sense.
"My mom was an adventurer too," she added, her voice growing softer. "They met on one of their quests... ended up working together."
