In case you have a hard time guessing, italics are thoughts. (I am sorry the chapter is so short.)
Her fault! His fault! Their fault! If they woulda just kept their happy little love story to themselves I wouldn't be in this position right now! Nevermind the fact that I wanted that to happen, but- Gah! I did not just think that! Nonononono!
Frustrated with her train of thought, Sango groaned. Frowning, she kicked the covers off her lower body as she folded her arms over her chest. She cursed Inuyasha and Kagome ten times over and over again. Then a totally new thought entered her mind.
Strange, she thought. It actually seemed like Miroku knew what he was doing... She thought that very peculiar. He was so busy shamlessly groping girls and having them beat him senseless that he hardly had a love life to speak of. At least that's what she had thought. But then how the hell did he get so good at it if that's the case? Her face burned.
Okay, new thought. New thought, new thought... She searched her brain over and over for something else to occupy herself with but the feeling of Miroku's lips against hers was what her mind kept going back to. Her stomach flipped and tied itself in knots.
Grr... damn you! Before getting up, she groaned and streched lazily in bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gazed out the window of her room and directly into Miroku's. She couldn't see anything but the darkness inside his room and her reflection in the window pane.
He really was a good guy, there was no reason to not date him. Besides the gropping thing, but she was almost sure he could stop that habit if he tried. Afterall, he had managed to keep his hands off her during the movie. Didn't stop him from touching you a few hours ago though...
Sango threw herself face first onto the bed again and burried her face in the pillows. Clutching the pillow in her fists, she barely managed to keep in a scream of frustration. She felt embarressed and trashy for doing those things with him. Even worse, doing those things with him in plain sight! For everyone to see!
It's not like anyone was watching... A little voice in her head seemed to say to her. She argued back, for some reason. "That doesn't make it right." The little voice simply replied, That doesn't mean you didn't like it. Sango sighed, she had to admit it. She had liked it. Loved it, really. He'd held her tightly and gently, but he'd been firm and loving. He'd made her feel wanted, and she hadn't felt that way in a very long time. At least not by a boy.
Do I even love him, the thought crossed her mind. Quickly, just as soon as it had popped up, she shoved the thought as far back in her brain as she could. She refused to ponder the question at all. Sango yawned sleepily and eventually her eyes grew heavy and drifted closed... Her last thought before she entered a dreamless sleep was,
What if I do...?