Trust.
The warmth surrounding them overwhelms her under the certainty of that realization. It is trust—unabashed, open, unguarded, and unequivocal trust. And Kagome suddenly needs him to understand that it is his. Completely.
She reaches over and slowly takes the book out of his hand.
Sesshoumaru cocks a brow and looks down at her. "Kagome?"
She swallows but shakes her head and then shifts under the blanket, sliding over his side to lay on top of him. He is surprised but waits. Her stomach flutters as she settles against him wholly skin-to-skin.
Nothing—not even the blanket—separates them.
