I blushed as gaara told me how he truly cared about me. He'd sacrifice anything for me and I loved him. He began at my collar bone again and I softly groaned at the feeling of his small nips and licks. I thought I could never be sad again. But then his hands began to slide under my shirt and I slightly jumped.
's-shit' I thought to myself. I could tell gaara was feeling around and I didn't know if I should tell him to stop. He seemed somewhat curious but at the same time scared and angry.
"W-What are these?" Gaara didn't looked up from my scarred chest and I couldn't look at him.
"There um..." I bit my lower lip as gaara began to trace each individual scars with his finger tips.
"Naruto." He said sternly.
"S-some are from when I was a kid a-and got beat up. While others..." I looked at Gaara's facial expressions. He seemed pissed. Not like I'm just mad. No he had the 'I'm gonna kill someone' face on.
"o-Others are from when...my parents were killed."