Hidden in the heart | Borusara

Chapter 9 :A Moment of Weakness

The rooftop garden was quiet, the soft hum of the night settling around them. The air was cool, but Boruto felt nothing but heat as he stood inches away from Sarada, his heart pounding in his chest. The tension between them was palpable, a force that pulled them closer together even when they didn’t fully understand it.

Sarada backed up against the wall, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Boruto step closer. His expression was intense, his blue eyes darkened by something she had never seen before. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket.

“I don’t like seeing you with Kagura,” Boruto finally said, his voice low and rough. There was a raw edge to his words, something that made Sarada’s heart skip a beat. He was so close now, their bodies almost touching. “It drives me crazy, Sarada.”

Her breath hitched at his confession, and she found herself unable to look away from his eyes. There was something in his gaze that made her pulse race, something that made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of a precipice. Before she could think of a response, Boruto moved even closer, his hand brushing lightly against her waist.

The touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of warmth through her body. Boruto hesitated for a moment, as if seeking permission, but when Sarada didn’t pull away, he let his hand settle on her hip, his grip firm but gentle. His other hand slowly reached up, his thumb grazing her cheek before he cupped her face in his palm, tilting her head up slightly so that their eyes locked.

“Boruto…” Sarada whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of emotions she couldn’t quite name. She felt her heart racing, her entire body humming with anticipation. His touch was setting her skin on fire, and she could feel the heat pooling in her cheeks as he leaned in closer.

Boruto’s gaze flickered down to her lips, lingering there for what felt like an eternity before he slowly lifted his eyes back to hers. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she felt herself leaning into his touch, almost unconsciously. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, the gentle pressure making her breath hitch in her throat.

“Why do you let him get so close?” Boruto’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with a raw emotion that made Sarada’s heart clench. His hand on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her just a little closer, until their bodies were almost pressed together. “I can’t stand it, Sarada. I want… I want you to see me.”

Sarada’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of his words settling over her like a blanket. She felt her pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Boruto leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers. The air between them was charged, filled with an electricity that made her skin tingle.

Then, without warning, Boruto closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss. Sarada froze for a moment, her mind reeling, but as soon as she felt the warmth of his lips against hers, she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to grasp the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him as if he were her anchor.

The kiss deepened, Boruto’s lips pressing more firmly against hers as his hand on her waist slid around to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The intensity of the kiss made her knees weak, and she clung to him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she tried to steady herself. Boruto’s other hand moved from her cheek, tracing a path down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, before resting lightly on her arm, his touch gentle but firm.

Sarada felt like she was drowning in him, in the warmth of his body, in the feel of his hands on her skin, in the taste of his lips on hers. Every touch, every movement, was like a spark that ignited a fire deep within her, a fire that spread through her veins and made her whole body hum with electricity.

As the kiss continued, Boruto’s hands moved again, one sliding up her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, while the other rested on her waist, his thumb brushing lightly over her hip. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, but there was a hunger in the way he held her, a desperation that made her pulse race even faster.

Sarada’s hands moved too, one sliding up his chest to rest against his shoulder, while the other found its way to the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm, mirroring the frantic pace of her own. The sensation made her head spin, and she tightened her grip on him, afraid that if she let go, she might lose herself completely.

Boruto’s lips left hers for a moment, trailing soft, feather-light kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. The sensation made her breath hitch, and she tilted her head slightly to give him better access, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself get lost in the feel of his lips on her skin. His breath was warm against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he pressed a gentle kiss to the hollow of her throat.

“Sarada…” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with emotion. His hand on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer, until there was no space left between them. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

But before he could finish, Sarada shook her head, her hand moving from his shoulder to cup his cheek. “Don’t apologize,” she whispered, her thumb brushing gently over his skin. “I didn’t stop you, did I?”

Boruto’s eyes widened slightly at her words, the realization hitting him like a wave. She hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t pushed him back. Instead, she had kissed him back, had held onto him just as tightly as he had held onto her. The weight of what that meant settled over him, and for a moment, he felt breathless.