He was taken aback, the heat on his cheeks matching the shade she was currently sporting over her entire face. They barely knew each other—barely knew anything about each other—yet he would be lying if he said hadn't felt pulled towards her since their first meeting.
And the audaciousness of her request only added to her charm.
"I mean—" She hesitated, worrying her bottom lip. "—it doesn't have to be dinner. I just figure if we're both going to leave because of the noise, we could do something together."
What an intriguing notion.
Kagome had been a conundrum since the beginning—though until he had discovered her true identity, he had thought her to be more of a thorn. But her behaviour inside her apartment had contradicted his initial assessment, and there were many questions still to be answered.
Ones he was personally interested in.
"You don't have to," she mumbled, taking his silence as a refusal. "It was just a thought. You've done enough for me anyway, so—"
"I would rather cook for you," he blurted.
The fire that raged in her eyes while confronting her sister was nothing compared to the brilliance of her smile.