Kagome shoots straight up in her bed, gasping for air.
"What on earth?" she whispers. Her body is shaking, rivulets of sweat coursing over her skin underneath her pajamas.
Unconsciously, her fingers grip her floral comforter, seeking to remember where she's at.
My room. It was a dream. She blushes, remembering what he felt like. A really good one.
Heaving a sigh, she flops back, letting the night breeze flow over her sticky form and evaporate the sweat on her skin.
Wait…
Her brows furrow as she turns and sees her curtains blowing gently.
Strange. She doesn't remember opening it.
