She tried to control her breathing, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. From the amount of sunlight filtering in through the blinds, she knew it was close to noon—or at least late enough for breakfast to no longer be an option.

What was he still doing here?

From what Inuyasha had told her, he was an early riser—when he slept at all—so she'd fully expected him to have left already. In fact, she'd been counting on it from the beginning. She knew she would never be up in time to see him off, so it would save them both from an awkward goodbye.

Kagome bit her lip, then curled onto her side as she listened to the curtain being pulled back. A few things clinked together, and she stifled a groan. Now she would imagine him using her stuff every time she went in there.

Hopefully, Sesshoumaru wasn't the type to take forever in the bathroom. He certainly had more than charm going for him—he'd been breathtaking in the Victorian-style suit he'd passed off as a costume from the night before—so she knew he took pride in his appearance.

The groan turned into a giggle at the thought of him spending hours getting ready in the morning, meticulously combing and styling his hair with the latest products so he could make an entrance, but knowing his luck, he probably ran his hands through it once and was somehow the epitome of perfection within minutes.

As if to prove her point, the door opened without her hair dryer turning on, and she kept herself as still as possible. If he thought she was asleep, then he could just grab his clothes and leave. He'd probably thought taking a shower now would be easier than taking one at home—and would absolve him of the official walk of shame.

A blush stained her cheeks as she realized she didn't even know where he lived.

Inuyasha had mentioned a long list of his favourite hotels while he was travelling, but he'd never once told her where he resided permanently. Did Sesshoumaru even have a home? It had been the same in the past, Rin often telling her that they would stay in caves when the weather forced them inside, but she'd never once spoken of an actual dwelling.

Maybe she should've offered to have him stay longer.

She squashed that thought as soon as it formed. The whole point was to enjoy themselves for a night—emphasis on the singularity of 'a'—and then go their separate ways. Any extra time spent together would allow her thoughts to linger on the tantalizing possibility of 'what if' and would only hurt more when he did leave.

Keeping herself still as he puttered around the room, she waited for the telltale sign of her front door opening, signalling it was safe to emerge, but time stretched out, and the only door that opened was the one to her bathroom. She frowned but remained hidden. He must've misplaced something.

The bed suddenly dipped, and Kagome's eyes widened as he slid back under the covers, an arm snaking around her waist to pull her flush with his still-naked body.