Kyoko sat stiffly on the edge of Ren's couch. She was grateful that he had given her the opportunity to explain herself, to explain the situation. But he was eerily silent now. She wondered if he might be more mad than she had even seen before. That on the inside he was so furious that he needed to collect himself before responding, lest he say something truly vicious.

Kyoko didn't choose to be cornered in such a suggestive manner by Sho. He had pushed her back and pushed her back and never given her an out. But she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt over the brief moments where she wasn't sure that she wanted to. She hated Sho, but she had never had a man's body pressed to hers like that, and she couldn't deny the allure of the hungry way he had grabbed onto her hips just to bring her a fraction of an inch closer to him. She felt shame, not over her wanton-girl behaviors themselves, but over how much she had enjoyed them.

Her face was warm and flushed again just at the memory. She stole a glance up at Ren, but his face truly gave nothing away. He just… looked at her, assessed her, as if she was someone entirely different from the girl he had known just an hour ago. Maybe that was how he saw her? The thought made her stomach turn.

"I'm sorry," she said for the umpteenth time, her voice barely a hoarse whisper. "Please, don't be angry." She knew it was a selfish thing to ask. He could feel however he wanted to feel. But she wasn't sure she could take it if he thought she was the type of girl who would fall for the charms of a guy like Sho, to fall for the charms of another guy at all. She wished it had been Ren who had cornered her that way. She wouldn't have felt guilty for where she had stopped with him. Something fluttered deep in her belly at the image of Ren pressing up against her the way that Sho had. Maybe if it had been Ren she wouldn't have stopped him at all. She felt another wave of burning blush spread behind her cheeks at the thought. She shouldn't be thinking that way.

Ren cocked his head to the side slightly, his face still blank as he subtly scrutinized her expressions. "I'm not angry," he said simply. "I'm just thinking."

Kyoko tensed and nervously tapped her fingers against her skin. She had spent the better part of 45 minutes explaining herself and apologizing, and she knew that he was probably tired of hearing it, but it was hard to resist that urge inside her that told her that begging for forgiveness one more time couldn't possibly hurt.

"I understand," Ren said, interrupting her reverie. "And I'm not upset with you."

Kyoko perked up at this. "You're not?"

"No, you said that Fuwa backed you into a corner, and I believe you. I know you wouldn't put yourself in that position willingly." Kyoko felt a sharp pang of guilt at that. "But when I walked in it certainly looked like you were enjoying it," That hand of guilt squeezed onto Kyoko's heart just a little bit tighter. "And I suppose my jealousy got the better of me"

Kyoko's guilt and confusion were washed away entirely. He had been jealous? Of Sho? That couldn't possibly mean that he was interested in her. Well, he was interested in her but he couldn't be interested in her that way could he? Barring a few scarce behaviors from the Emperor of the Night, and a less than chaste kiss on the cheek, Ren had been thoroughly buttoned-up, prim and proper with her. He could profess his love to her again and again, but she couldn't let her foolish heart believe that he could be physically attracted to her, a plain girl with no sex appeal.

"Jealous how?" She found herself asking, even knowing that it would only get her hopes squashed and her foolish heart broken.

Ren took a step closer to her, and, instead of backing away like she did for Sho, she leaned forward, eager for him to be in front of her. "Do I even have to say it?" Kyoko was unable to do anything other than give him a wide-eyed, tight-lipped nod. She felt her mouth go dry, and she felt silly, like a horny school girl. Well, she supposed she was.

Ren took another step and Kyoko pressed her knees together to provide even a modicum of relief for the pressure building between her thighs. She averted her gaze from his for some relief from the feeling that was building inside her. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar, but it had never been like this, so desperate, so all-encompassing, so feverishly, deliciously good. He gripped her chin with this thumb and forefinger and brought her back up to meet his searing gaze.

"I was already jealous that he knew what it was like to kiss you, but now he gets to know what it feels like to have your body pressed up against his when I don't know what it's like?" He punctuated his statement by dropping a hand—the hand not facing her gaze to his—to her waist, and giving it a firm squeeze.

She let out a small, pleasured gasp at his touch. Low in her belly a fire struck, and it pushed her better senses out of her entirely.

"Would you like to know?"