He acted normal around her but there were always lingering touches.
She pretended not to notice but it was hard.
Sometimes a hand on an inappropriate place would make her jump or blush fiercely. Yahiko would ask what's up and her rurouni would just smirk in a smug manner.
She could have berated him but his presence made something inside her quiver.
She was willing to let him play her body like an instrument.
It was wrong but it felt so right.
So she kept quiet.