The Wrong Feeling
Looking at Mister Robin, a strange feeling settled in my gut.
Something was… off.
The man who normally looked like an aging housekeeper now seemed younger, stronger—like time was reversing for him.
Or maybe my brain was still scrambled from having my way with my mate just now.
Shit. Maybe I was just horny and stupid.
But as I squinted at him, trying to make sense of it, I finally asked the question that had been nagging at me.
“I’m not trying to be a jerk, Mister Robin, but…” I hesitated, rubbing my temple. “Are you aging backward? Or is my blood just not fully back in my brain yet?”
His sharp, unimpressed glare immediately made me feel like a scolded pup who had just been swatted with a rolled-up newspaper.
Pup.
That word suddenly hit me like a brick to the fac
