note.
The plot's moving! I swear it is!
track 9.
Walking back the alleyway they always took, there was a slight bounce to Sakura's walk that flowed from the her tip of her toes to the ends of her hair that made Sasuke want to share part of her happiness.
"You know why I let you off so easily?"
Sasuke stopped, feigning that he was deep in thought. "Because you love me?" He teased.
"No, you smart-ass." Scowling, the bounce was gone as it was replaced by what Sasuke would describe as big foot's stomping.
He smirked as he threw his arm around her in an exaggerated motion. "I do have a nice ass, don't I?"
"Stop! I'm trying to be serious!" Sakura wiggled out of his hold, punching his arm in attempt to get him to stop joking. Entwining her arm within his own when his chuckles finally subsided. "I could tell you still felt bad. You're dark circles looked even worse than normal." Raising a brow, refusing to let her reign with the knowledge that he had lost sleep since even before he confronted the lying duo, Sasuke only listened on blankly. "They were never this bad before."
Sasuke shrugged at her observation. His mother had told him the same thing repetitively. "They were dark originally."
"It's because of your liver. You need to take care of yourself. Do this," Removing her arm from his, she dragged her curled fingers from underneath the sockets of his eyes up to his temple while her other hand held his face firmly in place. "Every night before you sleep."
Under the dim lights of street lamps that made her green eyes glow and stained her pink hair in sunset shades, Sasuke let Sakura do whatever she wanted to his face while he stared down at her lips; and he wondered why he wanted so much to kiss her at that moment. But Sakura interrupted his thoughts by separating the two of them once she finished repeating the movement for his other eye.
Stopping at entrance to her door, Sakura turned around to make sure Sasuke was still there, only to meet his eyes staring at her. Smiling, she trotted back down the few steps she had climbed to link their arms again. "Let's walk around a bit first, take a detour. It's been a while since we properly hung out."
I don't want to go home.
"Do you want to come over to mine?"
It was exactly eight in the evening when he had said it. If the familiar buzz of Sakura's phone was anything to go by.
He had meant it as an invite between friends, and he was sure Sakura viewed it as such as well, but it was enough to send his heart racing as the words left his mouth. The mere thought of bringing a girl home was something he did not want to indulge in, especially not when she took so long to reply.
Looking up to try and decipher his earlier gaze, Sakura tightened her hold around him as she tried to imprint his coffee vetiver scent on her mind.
"Okay."
