She attempted to laugh it off, but his lack of reaction had her face returning to that alluring shade of pink again, and she eventually smiled. "You'd be the first one to think that."
"Then you have not been associating with the right people."
Her grin only widened. "Maybe."
They stared at each other for a moment, Sesshoumaru's head tilting as he considered her. "You have not told me your name."
"I have not." Sapphire eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lighting, belying the fatigue etched into her features.
"Why?"
Her smile turned into a smirk as she rested her chin in her palm. "You haven't asked for it. Or given me yours."
Shame crept up the back of his neck—his mother would've had his head if she'd been aware of his lack of etiquette.
"Forgive me. I am Sesshoumaru Taisho. I live downstairs—"
"Kagome." Her hand slipped into his, lithe fingers wrapping around his claws before giving a slight squeeze. "It's nice to officially meet you."
The warmth of her skin tingled against his, irritation and outrage from dealing with her kin melting away. The memory of her enthusiasm from eating his food returned full force, and he couldn't help but wonder what her food of choice was.
And what her reaction would be when he made it for her.
"It suits you."