Temptation (NEW)

Chapter Eight

It was four minutes after midnight. I could read the time in bright red on his alarm clock that sat on his nightstand. My lips were pressed to his shoulder, planting soft and sleepy kisses on his skin. I'd glance up the bright red numbers between pecks, watching the time slowly tick by. He was buried in my chest, soaking up all of the affection I offered. His arm was hooked around my waist, fingers drawing circles on my back. It wouldn't dawn on me until later, but I think this was more than just a hook-up. This was a chance to let a drop of his real self out.

"Mm," he hummed, rolling out of my grasp onto his back. He looks so sweet when he's tired. His eyes are heavy and a satisfied smirk is on his lips. "It's late."

"I should probably go," I sighed, sliding my own back against his mattress.

"Probably," he whispered, his voice trailing off.

We didn't budge from our spot. I don't think either of us actually wanted to separate. We were comfortable like this, which sounds a little crazy. It's not like we talked or anything. It was just sex. However, the silence was comfortable. I've had various partners, but none of them made me feel comfortable in silence. I always felt inclined to fill the void in the air.

But with Sasuke, I couldn't help but think of all the nights we'd lay in his treehouse. We sit there for hours in peaceful silence, just like we are now. Sometimes, when it got dark, he'd reach for my hand and whisper "I'm scared." I liked being his comfort. I think I've become that for him again, but in an entirely different way. I might be jumping the gun a bit, but I can't seem to shake the feeling.

"I might fall asleep," he spoke again, his voice a little raspy and tired.

"I have to work early tomorrow anyways, so I'll get out of here," I sighed as I rose up from the warm bed. I scooted down to the end of the bed until my feet touched the cold hardwood floor. My clothes were scattered around the room. My pants and underwear were close to the bed, while my shirt was laying further away.

"You work?" he asked with a bit of surprise. He was propped up on his side, watching me as I dressed.

"I work at my grandfather's restaurant," I explained. "It's the little ramen shop near the mall."

He nodded, "Oh, I've seen it before."

"I'm not sure if you ever met him," I continued. "He became my guardian sometime after my parents passed."

"I remember hearing about that," he replied, a little more melancholy with his tone. "I--I'm sorry that happened."

I paused for a second. There was a lot to process. When I came back to town after everything I had went through, Sasuke never once acknowledged the death of my parents. We were best friends and I expected him to at least offer some type of condolence during that time. It was odd and maybe a little infuriating to hear him say something now.

"Why didn't you do anything back then?" I blurted out.

He looked surprised.

"I was just a kid, Naruto," he defended, sitting up in the bed. "What could I have possibly offered you?"

I shook my head, "You ignored me when I came back. We were inseparable before it happened, so I had hoped you'd at least try to make me feel better. That's what friends do."

"We didn't see each other for such a long time!" he argued, his voice strained with frustration. "Things changed during all of that!"

Ah, here we go. Back to our old ways of never getting along. I knew it was too good to be true.

"Yeah, things changed," I huffed. "You turned into a complete asshole."

"And you became an annoying pest that wouldn't leave me the fuck alone!" Sasuke snapped. He slid out of his bed and grabbed his joggers to slip on.