So here it is, sorry about taking so long, been through a tough week.
Sorry if this chapter is rubbish, my mind is elsewhere. Please enjoy!
I do not own Naruto, it all belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Thank you!
I jumped into the shower, the feel of his hand in my hair and his lips still lingering on mine. I stood there for a moment, the water running over my shoulders and down my back.
Is this guy playing mind games with me?
Just kissing me like that then leaving. I'm left standing here, wondering if he likes me or just wants me as a play – thing. I shook my head to try to forget about the whole thing and finished my shower. Once I had thrown on some clothes, I grabbed my keys and decided to go for a walk, to clear my head.
How could he do that and just walk out like that? The nerve of the guy! I'm starting to wonder if it even happened. My head was still stinging from drinking copious amounts of alcohol and acting like an idiot. As I came to a bridge over the river, I stopped to lean over and stare into the water at my reflection.
"Sup with you?" A voice came from behind me. It was Kiba.
I looked at him briefly then back to the water. "Not much."
"Rough night?" He joined me leaning over the railing. "You only do this when something's bothering you, Bro."
"Like you said, rough night, I guess." I can't tell him what happened, it's all just too embarrassing.
"Are you gonna tell me what this one was like?"
I tensed as I remembered his hands all over my body, his lips on mine...
"H...He was ok." I tried to brush it off so he wouldn't start to question me about it.
"Hmmm..." He looked me in the eyes sceptically and laughed. "Seems to me like he made quite the impression on you."
I sighed and leant back from the railing, my hands still holding onto it.
"Hey, I fancy a drink, wanna go get something?" I turned to look at him.
"Sure, What do you fancy?" He began walking towards the centre of town, where all the shops are.
"Umm... a smoothie?" I really needed something to wake me up and refresh my memory of last night, I barely remember a thing.
We sat down at the table with our drinks and I gazed out of the window, watching busy shoppers walk by, bags bundled in their hands. I wonder where he went? He must live round here to work here but where? Will I see him? What would I say?
"You look really deep in thought with your eyebrows all furrowed like that." Kiba laughed then picked up his phone after it vibrated against the table. He looked down at the screen and tapped away at it.
"I have to go, tutor is riding my ass to get this assignment done." He stood up and smiled. "See you tonight, usual place?"
"If I'm still alive, yeah..." I ran my fingers through my messy hair. I didn't even bother styling it today, my head is all over the place and my mind is elsewhere. Kiba left me sat there, sipping at my smoothie, staring into space.
"Hey there, stranger." Came a familiar voice from behind me, people have to stop sneaking up on me all the time. I turned to see Sasuke, looking down at me.
"Oh, hi..." What do I say? Hey, thanks for leaving me hanging there this morning, want to finish what we started? I just sat awkwardly in my seat, hoping he would say something.
"May I?" He gestured towards the seat across from me. I nodded and tried to act cool. I started fiddling with my straw wondering what to say. He placed himself down in front of me and studied me with hungry eyes. I tried my hardest not to meet his gaze but something in it called out to me.
"Sorry about leaving so suddenly this morning." He broke the awkward silence.
"It's ok...it's not like you had to stay I'm already very grateful for what you've done at my apartment..." I blushed and looked down at my drink – which was disappearing fast.
"Ahh it's my pleasure." He leant back in his chair. "Do you want another drink?"
"Ah, no, I'm alright." I stood up suddenly. "I should get going now."
"You're leaving already? I only just got here."
"Sorry, I have errands to run, might see you tonight, if you're at work?" I stumbled over my words as I desperately tried to get out of there. It was just too awkward.
"Maybe." He stood up himself and got in close to me. "I can't wait."
He ran his finger along my jawline and stopped at my chin. He then traced the buttoned-up line on my shirt, moving down, dangerously close to my crotch, which tingled slightly at the sensation. I moved back, worried I might get an embarrassing situation in public.
"I better get g...going." I said then rushed out of the cafe as quickly as possible. Why was he doing this? Is he purposely teasing me? Is he just a playboy messing with my head? These questions span around in my head as I practically ran down the road.