In your arms || Borusara ||

CHAPTER-7

"That was..." Boruto's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to find the words, his gaze fixed on Sarada, who lay beside him on the bed, draped in his shirt.

Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions, mirroring the whirlwind of feelings that churned within him.

"Great," he finally managed to stutter out, his voice barely above a whisper. The word hung in the air, heavy with meaning, conveying a depth of connection that transcended mere physicality.

Sarada's lips curved into a soft smile, her hand reaching out to intertwine with Boruto's. The intimacy of the moment enveloped them, cocooning them in a bubble of warmth and tenderness.

Silence settled between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic beat of their hearts. Each breath they took seemed to draw them closer together, bridging the gap between them until there was no space left for doubt or hesitation.

Memories of their journey together flashed through Boruto's mind – the trials they had faced, the laughter they had shared, and the unspoken longing that had simmered beneath the surface. Now, in this moment of raw vulnerability, everything seemed to fall into place, as if they had been fated to find each other all along.

Lost in the depths of Sarada's eyes, Boruto felt a surge of emotion wash over him – love, gratitude, and a profound sense of belonging. She was his anchor, his confidante, and his equal in every sense of the word. With her, he felt whole, complete, and utterly alive.

"Sarada," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I... I love you."

The words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, as Boruto held his breath, waiting for Sarada's response. Time seemed to stand still, each heartbeat echoing in the silence as anticipation coiled in the pit of his stomach.

Then, with a soft smile that lit up her entire face, Sarada leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Boruto's in a tender kiss.

It was a promise, a declaration, and a vow all rolled into one – a testament to the depth of their connection and the strength of their love.

As they parted, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling in the space between them. In that moment, there were no words needed – their hearts spoke volumes, echoing the unspoken truths that bound them together.

With a gentle sigh, Sarada shifted closer, resting her head against Boruto's chest as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay entwined in each other's embrace, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, as if they had been made for each other from the very beginning.

Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the profound moment unfolding within the confines of their shared space. But for Boruto and Sarada, time seemed to stand still, frozen in an eternal embrace that transcended the boundaries of reality.

The next day started with Sarada draped in Boruto's arms once again. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as they lay entwined in each other's embrace.

Sarada stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she gazed up at Boruto's sleeping face. A tender smile graced her lips as she traced the lines of his features with her fingertips, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

Boruto stirred as well, his arms tightening around her instinctively as he slowly blinked awake. His eyes met Sarada's, and a lazy grin spread across his face as he pulled her closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning," Sarada replied, her voice soft and filled with affection. She shifted closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck as they lingered in the warmth of their embrace.