The walk home is stressful simply for the fact that my mind is assuming every shadow cast and sound make is Sasuke making a move. Times like this make me wish I had talked to the therapist about what happened with Kankuro, but I'm still too ashamed I let it happen.

Kiba walks next to me, his hand linked protectively with mine as strong as he always has been for me. I'm sure that he is seething still but he has put that aside to be here for me, something that makes me feel guilty but also thankful for. How I deserve this guy I will never know.

I'm extremely thankful that there wasn't a repeat of earlier this year. The fear of Kiba hurting someone like that again quickly put my own anxiety on the back burner. But now that he wasn't on top of Sasuke ready to put him in the hospital the anxiety crept up on me and I desperately want to get to the safety of my house.

From the lack of car in the driveway, I can tell my father isn't home which I'm glad for. The incident with Kankuro earlier this year is something he doesn't know about and I'd like to keep it that way. The idea of my father learning about what happened brings on another anxiety in itself.

We enter the house and make a straight line to my room. Thankfully I am no longer shaking but my mind is physically exhausted and seems to be a haze. This must be what it feels to have a memory overload. Even if I wanted to think about something there are absolutely no thoughts in my mind currently. It's frightening.

Kiba goes to the bottom drawer of my dresser that is full of his clothes. "I'm going to change and make some hot chocolate so take as long as you'd like in the shower." He says pulling the shirt of his costume over his head in one movement.

Suddenly my brain is kick-started as my breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat at the sight of Kiba. But as a plain black T is reviled beneath all I feel is disappointment, soon followed by embarrassment.

"Thanks," I mumble as I clumsily grab myself clean clothes from my dresser and hurry into the bathroom locking the door behind me.

What the hell was that Sakura? Why am I suddenly disappointed in not seeing Kiba's bare chest? And especially after what just happened.

As I turn the hot water on my mind is racing in a million different directions now, the complete opposite of only a few moments before and causing my head to spin slightly. It's not like I haven't seen him without a shirt on. Our vacation freshman winter to the mountain lodge he wasn't wearing one all the times we used the hot tub and sauna.

The hot water now cascading down my body brings back all the memories of our time up there. So many times we could have told each other how we felt but didn't. Maybe if one of us had I wouldn't be in the shower wishing I was in the other room with him helping him undress...

My cheeks flame as the realization hits me hard. I want to be undressing Kiba. It's a thought that is shocking and comforting all at the same time. The whole reason Sasuke cheated on me is that I refused to do just that. The fact that I am currently wishing I could have stayed in my bedroom is proof that the past has happened for a reason and I am with someone I truly want to be with. I bite my bottom lip and stare at the floor of the shower. I may want to but I know I'm nowhere near being ready, if I were I would have never fled the room as I did at the mear thought. I'm instantly thankful that Kiba has never pressured me.

Thankfully, the slight thought of Sasuke has derailed my less than pure thoughts and the events of tonight replay in my head. Kiba is right, there is no other explanation. Sasuke must have feelings for me, though love seems to be a little unrealistic considering our past.

I can feel my anger dwindle and I can't help but start to wonder why. After cheating on me and holding a relationship with Karin why now has he shown interest. And why go about it the way that he has. It's not the Sasuke I know, the one I was in love with. But I guess he never was the guy I always thought he was.

By the time I'm done cleaning off all the face makeup I step out of the shower with a brain just as fogged as the bathroom. There has to be more to this but unfortunately, Kiba isn't someone I can talk to this about. He wouldn't listen or understand but honestly, it isn't something that I could hold against him. He has every right to feel the way he does. I make a mental note to call Naruto later and have an honest conversation about the events that transpired tonight.