Gaara felt the hand in his grasp, feeling the texture of the bandages and soaking in the warmth of Lee. His heart felt like butterflies panicking and fluttering all around his insides. He knew, no matter how much he'd denied it, that his face had already turned pink from the small growing excitement in his heart. He almost couldn't believe that moments ago, Lee had accepted his confession. Gaara was accepted by the one person who had stained his heart since their first meeting. He had never felt so free before. He had never felt so loved as before when they shared his first kiss.
Gaara could have died with happiness when his turned his head to see Lee staring at him with loving eyes. Squeezing the hand in his grasp, Gaara knew he never wanted to let go.