Rima drew in a sharp breath when he pulled her close, pressing her close to him. Suddenly aware of her place, her entire face flared scarlet in embarrassment. She nuzzled her face against his wet shirt, inwardly cursing herself for reacting in such a manner. "Stop acting this way!" Her heart was pounding erratically, and she swore it felt as if it'd jump out from her chest any second. She placed a hand against his chest, clutching some of the damp fabric in her fingers the moment she felt his soft lips on her skin. His touch sent a ripple of shivers down her spine, evoking a slight gasp from her. It'll be over soon, she reasoned. Rima let her eyelids fall, expecting any second for the uncomfortable tingling to be replaced with that of stinging pain. "Go on," she encouraged.
The pain never came.
She stiffened at the sound of the intruding staff. To be caught in such a situation, how would she explain it?! To her surprise, Shiki remained immobile, his hold on her never loosening. Even when more and more of the staff poured into the scene, he remained utterly reticent. And then there was Rima, her mind in swirls, trying to compose her tumultuous thoughts and feelings, her face still as erubescent as a tomato nestled against him. Shiki and Rima continued in that snuggle pose for a long time, the pestering professional photographer from before hollering about how romantic and passionate they appeared.
"I'm going home," Shiki muttered as the crowd dissolved. He released his hold on her, granting Rima free movement. One of the stylists handed her a towel, and then proceeded to reprimand Rima for standing in the rain too long and forewarned her of catching a cold. Vampires weren't as susceptible to colds as humans, so the chances of her coming down with the cold were miniscule. She undid her pigtails, letting her drenched hair fall to her shoulders before drying it vigorously with the towel.
The rain had subsided for the time being, the clouds seemingly less gloomy than before. Rima walked over to Shiki, handing him a towel. "Here," she threw the cloth over his head, rubbing it over his chestnut-colored hair until it was all dry and frizzy. "Let's go, then. Manager is going to give us a ride anyway."
While her face, which was completely blank, didn't show it, never had Rima been more aware of Shiki.