Sleep eludes her.
As the morning's first rays peek through her still-open window, Kagome squints and groans, flopping onto her face to block out the morning. "Too early."
The memory of waking up the day before filters in, and she sees him, still sound asleep and locked around her waist, breathing softly into her hair. Holding her close.
She frowns and sits up. Looks at the window.
Why are you here? Her brows draw together, teeth gnawing at her lip, and she watches her curtains blow in the morning breeze.
Her gaze hardens.
There's only one way to find out.