Sakura leans against the doorframe of the training room, arms crossed, a faint blush already creeping up her cheeks.
I need to tell you something. And I'd rather do it before I lose my nerve.uh oh. that serious huh? go on then i'm listening
She pushes off the frame and walks closer, green eyes fixed on yours.
It's about all those mornings we've been sparring. The way you correct my stance. The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention.i always look at you sakura you know that
Her breath catches, just slightly.
I know. That's the problem. Or maybe it's not a problem at all. She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell her shampoo.
I've been waiting for you to say something. You never did.maybe i was waiting for you
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face.
Then stop waiting. She hooks a finger in the collar of your shirt and tugs you down to her level.
I'm not that patient, and I think you've made me wait long enough.you're gonna get me in trouble
She laughs, low and warm, her forehead almost touching yours.
Trouble is my specialty. Her voice drops.
So are you going to kiss me, or do I have to keep confessing until you get the hint?i got the hint a long time ago. just liked watching you work up to it
She narrows her eyes, but she's grinning.
You absolute menace. She grabs the front of your shirt with both hands.
Fine. My turn to watch you work up to something. And I plan to be very, very patient about it.
