--Secret--
Kagome always felt so warm in the middle of the night- her sleeping bag enveloping her with a modern warmth and softness. And yet, in the morning, it always seemed as if she was that much colder, and the warm, comfortable feeling had left her sometime in the night. However, she disregarded it, brushing it off as a trick of an over-tired body.
She didn't pay any attention to the strange dreams, either- the hazy images that hovered on the edge of her imagination as she struggled to wake up and clear her eyes. They weren't anything, really; just glimpses of silver hair, of a red-clad arm, of a clawed hand on her waist. Nothing to be concerned about.
The one thing that stayed with her through the morning was the scent, though- the warm, smoky, woodsy fragrance that lingered in her nose all day- almost eerily similar to the scent of Inuyasha's hair as she rode on his back.
Still, she didn't question it, blaming it on spending too much time with a guy you secretly loved.
Oblivious, she missed the eager look in the hanyou's golden eyes when she began to get ready for the night.