Kagome blushed with her whole body. It took nothing to make her light up like a blowtorch, one of those infuriating quirks she was powerless to stop.
So the towering demon before her had zero trouble turning her into a bright, shiny tomato, the spot where his lips grazed her hand burning a direct line to her palpitating heart. He took a step closer, nose quivering away, sending still more color to her ears and cheeks and forehead.
For Sesshoumaru’s part, he found this particular shade of red… tantalizing. The color of strawberries. He wondered.. Would she taste as sweet?