Kyoko had quit pulling against him when he took both of her hands, but she refused to open her eyes. She was scared of what she’d see… or feel…. or even hear for that matter.
Shinbe took a deep breath. Some perverse part of his mind made his gaze wander to the image he knew as a memory. Letting go of one of her hands, but keeping the other just in case, he placed his finger under her chin to raise her face to his. “Kyoko, trust me for a moment longer and open your eyes,” Shinbe requested quietly.
His voice sounded so needy at that moment that Kyoko’s eyes flew open to lock with his, emerald clashing with amethyst. He looked… sad. In reflex she gave his hand a soft squeeze.
Shinbe gifted her with a slight smile. Then it disappeared with his confession. “I am the reason Hyakuhei is winnin
