A hand touches his cheek, and when Sesshoumaru opens his eyes, her gentle face greets him in the artificial glow of light.
"Seems silly not to join one's intended," she whispers.
Her invitation—acceptance of what she is—is unexpected, and a sudden warmth spirals through his chest. "Is it?"
"Mmm." She's demure, but her lips are teasing as she reaches for his hand and leans in, sending little pulses of electricity over his skin. "Can't promise I won't look."
The confession whispers against his mouth, and he smirks. "Pity."
Memories of their cave and a storm simmer between them.
A/N: Flashback to chapters 47-51 if you're wondering about which storm was mentioned. Thank you for reading! Early update on my end because tomorrow is a full day for me. I want to take a moment to thank all of you who have left comments throughout the process of writing this story. They are so appreciated and are a huge encouragement. So, thank you for those. I love hearing your thoughts and seeing your reactions to what happens in this story.
There is still a good chunk of the story left to come. The next drop will contain more adult content, so please heed any warnings if you need to. Thank you again, and I hope this finds you all doing well and staying safe.
