"I'll see you soon."
He nods, still silent.
Kagome doesn't want to let go of his hand. It feels wrong to surrender it back to him after sleeping in his arms the night before.
Before she can question her own boldness, she turns his hand and presses her lips to his palm.
He murmurs her name, and his fingers curl against her cheek. Everything is electric and warm, and she lingers, savoring his skin on her own.
She hates pulling back to leave.
Her eyes meet his one final time, and her lips twitch. "Smile."
He does.
And it's brilliant.
