The moment they enter the inn, Noa closes the distance in her fluttering yukata, touches his shoulder, wraps her arms around him, and looks up with her lips almost against his. Once they start kissing, she barely lets him go. On the futon they embrace, trade endless kisses, bury their faces in each other’s chests, and explore with their fingers until they forget the camera. In the outdoor bath she presses close through the steam and kisses his neck, ears, and lips. Night and morning, every exchanged glance leads to another kiss, and her smile leaves him unable to resist this sweet, illicit getaway.