Lion Head Mesa 発火 akejosei (m)

his question infuriated her.
no; she wasn't sure it was fury now.
his eyes were warm and she thought she was melting beneath that gaze.

your bed is full already. she said with a more calloused tone than she meant;

drawing away with a sweeping step, it was like stepping out of sunbeams in to shadow.
cold, cold, cold.