And on the fourth chapter, God said... "Let there be reviews!" And there were reviews.


It was cold out. That was Sakura's excuse.

She had left her own bed roll and padded over to his because it was cold out.

She had silently, cautiously peeled back Naruto's blanket and climbed into his sleeping bag next to him because it was cold out.

She was resting her head against his shoulder and trailing her hand up and down his bare chest because it was cold out.

Too bad it was seventy degrees, and there was a warm breeze blowing.

"Sakura-chan?"

Shit.

Naruto's voice was thick with drowsiness and he looked over at her groggily. She tensed.

"Oh, Naruto… I, er… I…" She couldn't think of what to say, and she was about ready to knock him out. If he mentioned it in the morning, she would just snort, look insulted, and say "in your dreams, idiot". Yamato and Sai would never suspect a thing. Damn, she was clever. Right as she was pulling her clenched fist back, he spoke.

"What? Are you cold or something?"

Yeah. That's what she was: cold. Everyone knew that being cold was an automatic invitation to sneak over to your best friend, who had became significantly more good looking (or HOT, as your cocky subconscious liked to call it, much to your dismay and embarrassment) and grope him. I mean, c'mon… It didn't mean you had feelings for your friend, did it? That was a normal thing to do if you were feeling a bit chilly on a beautiful, warm night, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Well, no, not really.

Shut up.

"Sakura-chan…?"

"What? Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm cold… Naruto." Unconsciously, she moved closer to him, wriggling under the blanket. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Sakura blushed a little at the contact. A moment later, the rise and fall of Naruto's chest and the sound of his breathing became steadier. She giggled to herself, still not believing that he had bought her "cold" story.

Without even thinking, she turned her head up and brought her lips close to his ear.

"You're so naive," She whispered, humor playing in her voice. Then, she flipped around to face away from him. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close and hugging her body against his. He spoke into the crook of her neck and his hot breath whistled down the exposed skin, sending chills down her spine. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"You're so clueless."