Of course he knew it. He has a good understanding of Sakura, despite the passage of time and the changes in personality. At her core, he believes that the pink-haired woman wouldn’t back away from a challenge like his.
So it was put on the table.
Stopping in his stride, the raven turns around, lips curled into a wide smirk.
“I’m not teasing you.” He feigned innocence, brow cocking. “I asked you a question, and wanted an answer.”
He pivots on his heels; each step forward pulls at distance untll little is left.
When he parts his lips, his voice is a soft murmur:
“Are you changing your mind on me?”
Pushing buttons. A fine line between the way she feels and the way she wants to. Like walking on the cold floor in the morning he was a shock to her senses. She would never be used to seeing his face, hearing his voice. Not like this.
She barely manages to look into his eyes, her hands clenching at her sides, pent up emotions of all kinds, bouncing around inside of her. Unfinished business, unexpressed need and curious want. Sasuke was many things to her, but mostly, he was an unclosed door. A door to her past she couldn’t quite shut.
Not until she knew what was inside it.
She swallowes audibly, her sea-green eyes clinging to his face. “I–” She resented the fact that he made her like this; made her lose her sensibility. Rather than speaking again- lest her words betray her- she hung her head in defeat, her fists unclenching. They were standing rather closely, and she could feel his heat radiating above her.