The muscle twitches.
She looks up as he looks down, and their eyes meet, a million questions in hers and unmasked mirth in his.
"How?" Her hand flat against the arm, she's tempted to squeeze the bicep there.
Don't do that, Kagome.
The gold eyes watching her grow serious. "There are things I cannot tell you." Sesshoumaru looks at her hand, his face thoughtful. "That you cannot tell him."
Kagome nods, still focused on how his arm feels beneath her fingers. Don't do it.
She does.
As if burned by coals, she quickly jerks back, her cheeks flaming.
He smirks.