Okami POV:
She's crying... doesn't she want to cling onto me?
The very person she dreaded? The predator that she just fled away from?
Hilarious yet adorable.
Her little hands clutch at my shirt, quivering, as if anchoring her existence to me.
"I... I'm sorry..."
That barely escaped her lips, shaky, drenched in fear... and guilt.
Yet, even now, her apology feels sincere.
I sigh and force myself to breathe, push back the little drop of hunger.
"No... I'm sorry," I murmur, my hand gently placed on her head. "I lost control... I shouldn't have scared you like that."
"You can take a shower. I'll make dinner," I say, keeping my voice steady.
I know she's going to have to cry without me, and this is when she's supposed to have some space.
She just nods her head and avoids looking at me as she quietly leaves into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water drifts toward me. Perhaps she thinks the sound can drown out her sobs.
I sigh and turn into the kitchen. Dinner. That's the least I can do right now.
Thirty minutes roll by. Finally, the bathroom door creaks open, and out she comes: all fresh out of the shower, wet hair sticking to her skin.
"Great timing, Usagi," I say, forcing a small smile. "I was just about to set the table for us."
Admittedly, she would not find a reply for anything because she didn't nod and didn't turn to look at me. She walked toward the table and sat. I served our plates and sat opposite her, watching her closely.
Upon seeing the food, her whole face went to brimming with joy.
"Owww, swell!! Smells too damn good!!!" she exclaimed with eyes glowing with something that looked like excitement.
I blink. Seriously? That easy?
She takes a bite so big it's like a rodent's cheeks are puffed up. "Yummm... itshhh shoooo goood!" she mumbles between mouthfuls.
I can't help but chuckle. "Slow down eating, you idiot. You'll choke."
I stared again as she munched completely absorbed in her food. Her skin glowed softly, fresh from the shower, and the faint scent surrounding her was really driving me off my sanity.
Damn. I'm getting hungry again. But not for food.
She very innocently chewed each bite entirely oblivious of the way my eyes followed the movement of her lips. Soft... tempting... moving just enough for my thoughts to spiral all over again.
Shit. I need to get a grip... or I'll lose control all over again.