Sesshoumaru's face scrunched up in confusion. Had that not been an appropriate show of affection? Perhaps the miko required more due to his past misdeeds. He could—

Her hand cupped his cheek, her thumb sliding along each magenta stripe. A sinfully sweet heat rose to his face, the gesture communicating more than words ever could.

She'd accepted his apology.

Amber met sapphire, and Sesshoumaru noted the storm had passed, her eyes soft and welcoming.

Slot pupils dilated. "Will you permit me to push my luck now?"

Another slide of her thumb. "I think you've pushed it enough today."

"Another time then."

"It's a date."