A year of resisting each other worked as a good s*x drive. Wilder thought as he leaned over Robin, her back hitting the ground. He was pretty sure he stepped on one of the sauces on the ground. They parted away for a breath and Wilder took notice of her hair, her eyes, and Robin pulled him closer to her again. She tasted of wine and food and he groaned as her hands wrapped around his neck. Maybe she was doing it because she was drunk, maybe she didn’t even want him. Wilder’s worries rose as he tried to think rationally. Robin made him a better person, a person who thought before doing something.
“We should take this to bed,” Robin whispered and all the rationality flew out of the window. Wilder grinned and kissed her one more time before getting up. Robin got up and stumbled to bed,
