Your face, and chest

"Well you have a really cute face," I said. The statement really surprised Hinata.

"Y-you really think so," Hinata squeeked? She didn't respond negatively to that at all. That was perfect. But without a thought more left my mouth on its own.

"And your chest." Oh, no! "I mean your breasts." Fuck! "Your jugs I mean." Please Sasuke just kill me. I could feel the sweat falling from my brow. "I mean, I know you are always wearing really loose sweaters but they just look so." Kissable. I mean respectable. Biteable. I mean respectable. "They just look so squeezable." OH MY FUCKING GOD! I could see the smirk on Sasuke's face grow. Why was I so bad with words.

"O-oh, y-you like them big," said Hinata, "I just f-figured since you are so into Sakura that maybe you wouldn't like mine. I guess I don't have to make mine look smaller now. And maybe I-I can start wearing tighter shirts for you. I-I mean, not like I- not like you have to look or anything." I barely understood what was going on, but I was thinking that maybe Hinata didn't wear tighter clothing because it was some girl thing. I didn't really know. At least she wasn't mad at me.

"A-and I've been doing a lot of sit ups, and push ups, because it helps to lift my, umm, why c-can't I stop talking," finished Hinata.

"Well I have to go Hinata," I said.

"Oh-okay," said Hinata. She waved. Sasuke seemed confused.

"I also think your boobs are nice," said Sasuke. Hinata slapped Sasuke quickly across his face.

"Uh, you are disgusting," said Hinata. I began to walk away. Yet, final words of Sasuke stopped me.

"By the way Alain," said Sasuke, "stay away from my girl, Sakura." Ugh, what an asshole.