His breathing becomes heavier as he looks down at my face. His arms hold me close to his chest, and I can feel every one of his frantic gasps for air. I lick my lips, parting them slightly as the instinctual urges within me begin to take over. He leans in, closing the distance between our lips ever so slowly.
Wait.
This can’t happen. I’ll just hurt him again. That’s what I always do. “We should go,” I say, pulling away slightly. I'm still struggling to catch my breath.
He inhales a long, shuddering gasp, then nods. “Right,” he says sadly.
I reluctantly turn my face away and lean down to press my hand into the glowing rune on the floor. Robin’s arms are still wrapped around my waist, and the feeling is so tempting… making me feel so safe and so dangerous at the same time.
We land in
