I woke up in a unfamiliar room. The room seemed to have a theme of red and black. Gaara....obviously. I bet Kankouro's room is pink. Gaara must of brought me inside after I fell asleep.

A ray of sunshine hits my face, which only annoys me. I snuggle my head farther into the pillow and I let out a content sigh. It smells just like him...sort of like sandalwood. Very woodsy.....god I sound like a lovesick little girl.

I groggily get up from the bed and rub my eyes. I make my way out of his room and towards Temari's room. I was still in my dress, which was honestly the most uncomfortable thing ever. I quietly enter the room and see Temari passed out on the floor. I chuckle quietly, and grab a pair of white pajama pants with lavender polka-dots and a guys graphic T-shirt. It had a batman design on it. Guys shirts are way more comfortable than girls, so I would always buy guy shirts. I peel my dress off and put on the clothes and head down to the kitchen.

It's about 7, and nobody is up. Typical... I walk into one of the living rooms and find Gaara sprawled on one of the leather couches. He was shivering slightly, because he decided to be stupid and sleep without a pillow or blanket. Baka....

I go up to his room and grab a pillow and his blanket. Once I tucked him in, and his shivering promptly stopped, I decided to start breakfast for everyone. I made bacon, sausage, and of course, pancakes.

Once the smell wafted through the house, I heard Kankouro running down the stairs like an elephant. Temari was right on his heels.

"This looks yummy, Saku! Thanks," Temari says, already shoving food in her face.

"Yeah, what she said."

I sigh and make a plate for Gaara and I, before these two pigs eat all of the food.

"Ugh, why is everyone so loud?" Gaara says, walking into the kitchen rubbing his head.

"Headache?" I ask him, pulling out the aspirin. He nods and I hand him the bottle. I grab his plate and put it in front of him.

"Thank you, it looks delicious," Gaara's says, giving me a thankful smile. I smile and blush modestly.

"I hope you enjoy," I mumble out, embarrassed.

I quickly take my seat and start eating. Once everyone's done, I get started on the dishes.

Suddenly, arms wrap around my waist and someone nestles their face in my neck. I stiffen before relaxing when the familiar smell of sandalwood drifts into my nose.

"G-gaara?!" I squeak out.

"Yes?" He breathes out.

"W-why are you holding me?"

"I guess I just felt like it," he says, his breathe fanning my neck, making me shiver.

"Are you saying you don't like me holding you?" He asks in mock hurt.

"Wha- No!"

"So you do like me holding you?" He asks tightening his hold on me.

"Oh...look at the time! I've got a thing...um..at a place! Yeah! Bye," I say, running upstairs to Temari's room.

I slam the door shut, my heart ramming against my ribcage. My red face cools down, and I relax myself.

Why am I so nervous around him lately? I'm starting to think I've fallen in love with him....oh no! I can't, I mean, he's rich. He's probably got some arranged marriage with a wealthy airhead. Plus, it would make things complicated. He's already doing so much for me, by allowing me to stay here. I can't ask for more. So I guess that's, that right? I have to ignore my feelings, no matter how much it hurts.

To be continued.....