A piece of bark hit Kagome in the head.
"You're daydreaming again."
Pursing her lips, she returned to her arrows, tightening the bindings before dropping them in her quiver. "Am not." Even as she said it, she felt blood rush to her face.
Kagura chuckled, eying her from the tree. "You always chew the inside of your cheek when you lie." Kagome threw a rock at her, bouncing it off her foot. "Hey, I don't blame you! I'd want to dream about him too."
Her hands stilled again, shoulders slumping as she let out a long sigh. "He isn't real. He's just some fantasy my mind has made up."
Kagura raised a skeptical brow. "I've never heard of anyone dreaming about the same made-up person as often as you have. It's been, what, every few days?"
Kagome hid her expression under her bangs, fiddling with the arrowheads as she nodded.
It had been every night.
He came for her every night.
It never went any further than the innocent touch of his lips against her hand, but her daydreams enjoyed tormenting her with the thought of more. Especially with how the gold in his eyes darkened when he looked at her—as if he knew exactly where her mind wandered to when she was awake.
She blushed again, then focused on her work, turning the conversation away from the god-like creature who haunted her at night, idly playing with the rose above her ear.