Gaara's POV

I saw Sasuke today.

Well... For a brief moment I saw him. Before he slammed me against a locker, and attached himself to my lips.

He asked me to come over after school, and so here I am.

Lying face down on his bed, buried under the shiny onyx sheets, my head resting on his overly soft pillow that smells so much like him.

I look to my right.

I don't know where he went...

He said he'd be right back, but I don't know where he went.

The spot where he was lying next to me was cold, he'd been gone for a while.

I wonder where he is...

"Sasuke..." I sigh, quietly to myself, turning my head to the left to look at a picture of the two of us on his dresser.

In the photo, Sasuke's kissing my cheek with the eye nearest the camera open and the other closed. He's winking.

I'm grinning like an idiot.

When my sister took that picture, she said that she could tell that Sasuke and I really loved each other.

I'd never been in love before, so I didn't know how to respond. Was this love?

I feel Sasuke's weight settle back on the bed behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

"Hey." He whispers, then moving his head down to kiss the sensitive skin of my neck.

I turn myself around and bury my face in the softness of his shirt.

He wraps his arms tighter around me drawing me closer to him, to his warmth.

He rests his chin on the top of my head, as one pale hand came up to run it's fingers through the sea of red.

I sigh deeply, inhaling his scent. My Sasuke.

Was this love?

I think so.

This whas the first thing I have ever finished in my life... Ask Stacie...She's proud.

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