It's the worst kind of distraction.

Kagome tries to concentrate—she really does. But she's surrounded by warmth he provided, full of food he hunted, and covered by the scent that is wholly and uniquely him. And she cannot focus on the words on the page.

Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.

"Your heart rate has increased."

Or so she thought.

"No, it hasn't."

Her face turns to look up at his at the same time he turns to look down at hers. He cocks a brow, she blushes, and they stare at each other.

A million words go unsaid.