Yuma was mad at her brother for letting her down again, but she was even more mad at herself for not holding back and showing an extra emotion — caring.

Yuma was sitting on the bed with her back to you. Scarlet silk flowed over her delicate skin, wrapping around her subtle curves. She twirled the pocket mirror in her hands, examining the pink bow clips on her hair that you just pinned on.

“Honey, you really think that suits me?”