Hinata froze, tempted to back into the wall behind her. It was obvious that Gaara was rather inebriated, and she felt comforted by the fact that they were so near to the edge of the dimly lit ballroom.

"Gaara?" Hinata whispered hesitantly, her hot breath teasing him.

It was too much. He firmly pushed her against the wall, his face still buried in her neck, and his arms encircling her. Over and over he breathed in her scent while he held her tightly.

"Wai - Gaara - don't - ," Hinata protested, trying to stop him. He stopped and looked at her.

"Hinata," he said looking into her eyes, "You don't get it do you?" She said nothing, just looked at him in confusion.

"I love you," Gaara said, "I've been in love with you. All this time." It was like the more he said it, the more he realized it was true. His feelings for her were like a feverish haze. Having her directly in front of him and in his arms like this was driving him delirious, especially the way she looked so beautiful tonight. Backed against the wall and even in the dark of the corner, it seemed as though she radiated some kind of light. More of her hair had escaped from her updo, framing her face. Her eyes always looked to be sparkling, and her plump lips were open in surprise. His eyes traced the milky skin of her neck to collarbone to her slightly heaving chest beneath the black silk of her dress. He had to steel himself against the urges that constantly nagged at him, and took a deep breath, but when he slowly opened his eyes, the feeling returned as quickly as it had gone.

Hinata was so confused, Gaara is in love with me? She wasn't sure what to say at all, or even how to react. The way he had her pinned against the wall was making her shift uncomfortably. Suddenly he had closed his eyes again and before she had a chance to move, his lips met hers in a gentle kiss. His hands slowly moved to her forearms as he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Suddenly he felt himself pushed back and he opened his eyes to her staring directly at him.

"Gaara," she said, "I don't know what it is that you are trying to say, but I don't think this is what it is." She backed up more to put some distance between them, "I'm sorry, but I need some air."

With that Hinata walked away as fast as she could towards the balcony outside, leaving him standing there with a determined look.

Shortly thereafter (Hinata POV):

After escaping the incredibly uncomfortably situation that I had just managed to escape, I slumped against the wall and looked out over the balcony into the night sky.

I don't understand this at all. Gaara and I have been friends for years. How is it possible that he is suddenly in love with me? This can't be. This doesn't make any sense.

I wasn't sure what kind of joke was being played on me, but I didn't like it.

Gaara POV:

I was sure that I had just landed a major bomb on her, but it couldn't be helped. I didn't feel like I could keep these feelings hidden anymore. It was like the longer I forced myself to keep them to myself, the more they threatened to spill out. It almost didn't seem fair that I was the only one subjected to have these overpowering feelings.

Doesn't she feel anything for me?

I looked down at my hands, now empty but had previously held what was now the most precious thing to me.

Sorry. I know this was a short chapter as well. I'll try to write more next time.