Hinata sat down on the couch feeling foolish, dressed in one of Gaara's shirts. "I'm a fool," she said, moping. Gaara handed her a cup of coffee, smiling.
"Yes, and so was I once till a four-year old talked some sense into me," he said, taking the couch across from her. Hinata sipped the bitter liquid, happy for the warmth.
"I'm not a four-year old like you, I should know better than to say what I did," she muttered, placing the mug on the coffee table before it slipped from her shaking hands, she instead hugged a cushion.
"Even the most wise man will snap in misery with the death of a loved one, I shouldn't have slapped you," he said, walking round the table and kneeling before her. He grabbed her hand the other on her red cheek.
"What did i do to deserve such a good friend like you?" She asked him. He smiled, removing his hand from her cheek.
"Absolutely nothing because i don't want to be your friend anymore." His words shocked her, she instantly looked hurt. Gaara chuckled, leaning forward he kissed her lightly.
"Get some sleep love, the guest room is down the hall to your right," he said, leaving her bewildered on the couch. Hinata touched her lips, it was the third time she had been kissed today. One she had liked, another she hated but this one she made her feel loved.
She jumped up from the couch and wrapped her arms round his waist just as he opened the door to his room.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," she mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt. He turned in her arms, picking her up easily.
"What am I going to do with you?" he muttered.
"Keep hold of me and never let go," Hinata replied, resting her head against his shoulder tired.
"promise."