Clambering out of the well, Kagome made a point not to look back. She stomped out of the dark room and into the bright sunlight, marching straight past the Goshinboku, which she usually lingered by. Angry as she was, she couldn't help heaving a tiny sigh. The passionate look in Inuyasha's eyes, full of rage and jealousy;his eyes had looked like molten gold. Stop it! Kagome ordered herself, furious that she could still think of Inuyasha that way after what a possessive jerk he'd been. She hadn't even done anything! After all, it was Koga who had hugged her, pulling her into a tight, inescapable embrace.
It had been uncomfortable, to say the least. Koga stunk of wilderness and animals, and he was sweating profusely. The way his rough hands had curled around her waist;the simple gesture had given Kagome goose bumps of disgust. Though she'd rather kiss Hojo than admit it, Kagome felt herself longing for Inuyasha's embrace, the velvet of his haori, the way he nuzzled his