Day 12: Liar

The night air was cool around them. Everything was quiet around them except for the sound of their gasping breaths. A breeze came through the open window and Toph shivered, pulling the sheet to cover her naked body. With a trembling hand, she pushed her sweaty hair out of her face. Sokka shifted beside her; she felt him pull the sheet around himself before pulling her into his chest. He clung to her as if his life depended on it. His heart was beating furiously against his chest.

Toph wanted so badly to say something – anything. But she had no idea what to say. This was stupid. So, so stupid. She was disgusted with herself. What type of person slept with their best friend after they went through a break-up? She mentally scolded herself. Stupid, stupid Toph. What hurt worst was knowing that this would change things between them, and probably not for the better. Sokka wasn't going to magically know about her feelings toward him, not when he was still in love with Suki.

He held her so tightly that she wanted to cry. I'm so, so sorry, Sokka. He had needed her to listen, to tell him to suck it up, and she had failed. Instead she had kissed him and he had kissed her back. Clothes had been ripped apart and names had been screamed. But now she felt hollow. What did he feel? She wondered.

"I'm sorry," she blurted.

"Why?"

"Because…this wasn't supposed to happen."

His hand dug into her hip almost painfully. "It's okay, Toph."

Say something else, idiot! She wanted to scream at him. But she remained silent, instead listening to his heartbeat. It was erratic. What was wrong with him? "Calm down," she ordered softly.

"Do…do you regret it, Toph?"

"Do you?"

"No."

His heart sped up and Toph smiled sadly against his chest. "Liar."