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"..." : speech

Italic : thought

Chapter 9.

I found it hard to get some real rest that night. Sasuke had fallen asleep against me and I had moved us to the bed for some more comfort. After I wrapped the sheets around his lithe frame, I just stared at him for a while, stroking his velvety hair.

He looked so sweet and innocent right now. Nothing like the sexy little minx I had just ravished so completely. And yet, the way his luscious lips moved slightly as he mumbled in his sleep, and the way his thick eyelashes caressed his still flushed cheeks, they reminded me of how NOT innocent he could be.

I felt my lips curl upwards just a bit, when another rush of adrenaline shot through my veins. My stomach fluttered violently as I was once again reminded of how hard I had fallen for this enticing little creature.

I lay back down on my back, one hand stroking his covered thigh to keep at least a minimum amount of contact with him. My other arm folded behind my head and I just stared at the ceiling, not feeling tired in the slightest.

Love huh?

There was no way around it. It felt kind of weird to admit it so easily to myself, never before had I felt anything even close to this. Sure, I loved my parents, even though they were strict and I didn't see them much. And sure, I had some friends I really cared about, but this... This was different.

I used to think that I didn't allow myself to fall in love at all. Nobody ever seemed worth it. I knew that sounded conceited, but in fact I was just picky. No-one had ever seemed interesting enough. I had met people that had some interesting traits, or had certain looks I was attracted to, but never before had anyone been so perfect. It was as if he was specifically created to be exactly what I needed and wanted.

Breaking the contact between us, I pinched the bridge of my nose with the hand that had been softly stroking his sleeping form.

Stop acting like a little girl, Itachi!

I could almost hear my father scolding me. He never had been one to show his emotions. Guess that's a trait I picked up from him. So why was I so comfortable now, knowing that I had unabashedly fallen for a boy I had only known for just over a week? Why was I so unafraid to surrender to someone that was practically a stranger?

I turned to my side to stare at his relaxed face. And that goofy grin crept over my face again before I even realised it. He did that to me. He made me smile. Maybe that was it. No-one could make me smile. They could make me chuckle, or maybe receive a polite grin, but not this whole hearted smile I gave him so freely.

Reaching out, I stroked the soft skin of his cheeks, running my thumb over his pouty lips. He was so perfect, it almost seemed unreal to me.

What would he think if he knew what he was doing to me?

Suddenly I could feel the doubt taking over my way of thinking. It had seemed to me that he was returning my feelings. But that was when I was still basking in the afterglow of the best sex I had ever had. Everything seems perfect at times like that. So was it actually true, or was that just wishful thinking?

What if... What if I was just another lover to him? Someone conveniently close to talk to when he was lonely, or to fuck when he was horny... I didn't know anything about him! What the hell was I thinking?

Mentally slapping myself for panicking over things I had no control over, I clenched my eyes shut.

I just need some sleep, I will figure this out in the morning.

Besides, I was the one that approached him. I had insisted that he would share my room. I had instigated the kiss. But still... This cursed doubt didn't stop gnawing at my sanity. I was actually scared. If he didn't feel anything for me, what the fuck would I do? I couldn't even think about losing him. As much as it annoyed me at that point, I was actually afraid.

So this is what happens when you lose your heart? This is what love does? Why would people gush over something that made you so fragile, so vulnerable? And for the love of god, why l was I still torturing myself over something that had yet to be established?

I groaned and flipped over to my other side, burying my head in the soft pillow. What had started as the best night in my life, was slowly turning into a self-induced hell.

It took me another hour and a half to finally fall asleep, even then still haunted in my dreams by images of a certain black-haired boy that was making out with dozens of other men while mocking me for my girlish crush.

To be Continued...