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I GOT TOO CAUGHT UP IN WATCHING ANIME AND READING OTHER FANFICS XP

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Dark chocolate orbs opened wide by the sound of an alarm clock. A groan followed.

'No wonder Kagome hates mornings.'

Then, a thought struck her.

The kiss.

Was it real? Was it just a dream? She couldn't tell. It felt real albeit it didn't.

In the 'dream', Miroku had gone and told her he loved and straight-out kissed her! How she wished it never ended. Those oh-so amazing lips of his were to die for. Of course, she didn't tell Mr. Arrogant that.

A text abruptly interrupted her train of thoughts.

The brunette took a look at her phone to see it was a text from Miroku. She hastily unlocked her phone to see it and what did she find, you ask?

Nine letters. Three letters. Three syllables. One confirmation.

'It was real.'

She read it over and over again until it eventually clicked. The kiss was real. Her lips have been touched. The fast beating of her heart was real. The butterflies she felt in her stomach were real. The heat that rose to her cheeks was real. The friction she felt when she felt his lips on hers was real. The night before was real. The kiss was real. She thought over and over again. One big realisation hit her and this made her eyes go as wide as saucers.

His words were real.

The thrilled 23-year-old squealed into her pillow, which was veeeeeeery odd. Never would people put the words 'Sango' and 'squeal' together in a sentence. Not Kagome. Not her parents. Not anyone.

Realising the time, the . . . giddy – yeah, that would be the best word to describe her mood right now – Sango rushed to the shower to get ready for work.

As Sango arrived at her desk, she anticipated Miroku's arrival. If he were lying to her last night, she wouldn't know. All she knew right now was that she was very much in love with the man. She hadn't told him that thou-

"I HAVEN'T TOLD HIM HOW I FELT YET!" she thought, horrified.

What if he thought she didn't feel the same? What if he misunderstood and stopped loving her? God knows she didn't want that to happen! All these horrifying thoughts raced through her mind. Doubts were beginning to form in her very brain.

If she hadn't been too concentrated on her thoughts, she would've noticed the shadow creeping up behind her.

"Good morning," that sexy velvety voice greeted her.

Now to say that the poor secretary was surprised was an understatement. More like 'jumped out of her skin'. She was quite pleased to have him breathing in her ear though. It was so intoxicating. If only he was breathing out her name, which would be so- Sango mentally kicked her very own self.

"Bad Sango! Stop thinking like Miroku! Great. The last thing I need is having Miroku's perverseness rubbing off on me."

'The good way or the bad way?' a voice asked.

"Obviously, the good wa- UGH!"

While Sango was arguing with her dirty thoughts, she hadn't noticed Miroku dragging her to his office. Once she did, she found that she was being interrogated.

"You never actually gave me an answer," Miroku breathed onto her neck.

Her back was flat on the door. His hands were on either side of her head, cornering her. Here we go again. Her breathing was getting ragged. Her head was beginning to shut down. The room felt slightly hotter than usual. Her knees were about to give out. She found that her face was a bit wet, meaning she was sweating. But all of these vanished once she saw the look on Miroku's face.

Fear. Doubt. Rejected.

"Sango, do you love me?"

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A/N: I WAS RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS. CAN ANYONE PLEASE SUGGEST SOME ?

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