Uchiha Yin's eyes were full of tenderness.
Rin felt his broad palm brush across her cheek, sending ripples through her heart.
"Master Yin." Rin gazed steadily at him.
"Hmm?" Uchiha Yin looked at her in confusion.
Rin rose onto her toes, suddenly reached up to cup his face, and pressed a fierce, clumsy kiss to his lips.
Awkward, rough, and forceful.
As though she feared he might leave her side if she let up for even a moment.
Uchiha Yin had no idea how deeply it had shaken Rin when he saved her from the jaws of death.
Rin had no experience. She could only follow her instincts, moving with earnest intensity.
Uchiha Yin carefully wrapped his arms around her back, returning her passion and gradually guiding her.
Only after a long while did Rin loosen her hold on him.
Whenever she ran out of breath, she paused to catch it, then kissed him again.
But she refused to let go of him.
"Master Yin, I love you."
When Rin finally pulled away, she looked as though the confession had taken every ounce of courage she had. Her cheeks were bright red.
She seemed like a different person. The strong, capable woman had become a shy, innocent girl.
If Uchiha Yin's senses had not been so keen, he might not have heard her voice at all.
"Really? Do you love your master, Rin?"
Smiling, Uchiha Yin gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Yes. Rin loves Master Yin." She spoke with complete sincerity, fighting through her embarrassment.
"How much?" Uchiha Yin found that he rather enjoyed teasing her.
"So much. Rin really, really loves Master Yin." She looked at him resolutely, her eyes brimming with affection.
Her cheeks flushed, and even her arms and hands took on