You Robbed My Heart - Jesse Klaver X Rob Jetten AU Fanfiction

Chapter 2

"What are you doing? Get back in the car!" That's my first reaction when I see Rob standing outside, next to his car. "Are you crazy? People know me here." I can't help but smile while I say it though. He looks cute in his blue sweater, with his sunglasses pushed back in his hair. "Glad to see you too," he says, with a grin on his face. His smile is as attractive and goofy as ever. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. He opens the car door for me and then quickly gets back the car, as I urged him to do seconds ago. I sit down in the passenger seat, close the car door and look at him. "Hi." I can't help but smile and he smiles back. "Hi." He answers. His eyes sparkle and now that we are in the car, I notice he smells nice. I feel my cheeks turning red. He notices it too and winks. I laugh, "Just drive." Rob starts the car and soon enough we are on our way to the highway.

For a bit it's quiet, with only the soft music from the radio to distract us from the atmosphere of expectation that fills the car. "So, how are you doing?" Rob asks me. His voice makes my stomach turn out of excitement. We are really here. We are really doing this. "Quite alright," I answer, while I watch the road in front of us, "How about you?" I bite my lip, wishing I had something better to say. "The same basically," he answers, and he laughs a bit nervously. It's strange. Usually, things aren't awkward between us. From the first day we met it has always been easy and exciting. Natural. Only when I started to worry about my appearance around him and almost desperately looked forward to the next time I would see him, I realized that maybe something more than a good friendship was going on. Maybe. Right now, I have no idea.

"So, where are we going?" I ask, after it's been quiet again for a while. Rob smiles, "That's a good question. I figured it would be best to drive out of the city because, you know, I wouldn't particularly want people to recognize us." He winks and I can't help but laugh. Partly at this bizarre situation we find ourselves in but also because I'm sitting next to him. It's difficult to feel anything but happy and relieved when you find yourself in the company of someone that great. "So, I hope you don't mind being trapped in here for a while.", he continues with a smile on his face. "Well, there are definitely worse people to be stuck with," I say, while taking a closer look at the man next to me. He looked good, as always. He smiles at my comment, and I feel myself relaxing. Before I know it, we are chatting like we used to at work, only now we don't get interrupted by colleagues or assistants. For the first time in a long time, we don't talk in those short, stolen moments in between meetings, debates and all those other obligations that members of parliament have to deal with. While we get farther and farther away from The Hague, we talk about music, tv-series, books, and yes, also politics. Regarding the latter, I feel like it's important to stress that we can't help it. You don't end up in parliament if deep down you're not a very big politics nerd. However, we do steer clear of party specifics because only openly discussing party details and plans could possibly make whatever this relationship is more complicated.

Music is playing on the radio, we are flying over the highway, and Rob laughs at my jokes. My head feels light. I want to touch him, if only briefly. Hold his hand or just quickly touch his arm. But I'm not sure if that would be okay. It's weird, I've never really been drawn like this to a guy before but now it's different. With Rob everything is different. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kept this little trip secret from my wife. "What did you tell your boyfriend?" I blurted out before I fully realized that it might not be the best subject to bring up. Rob's smile fades, "Well, technically speaking I didn't have to tell him." He briefly looks at me before focusing on the road again, "He's away with friends this weekend. Old buddies from college. They're somewhere in Belgium, having fun and probably drinking a lot of beer." He chuckles, "They invited me as well, but I thought it was better to just let them have fun, you know, old friends reminiscing about the past and all that." I nod and smile, "Ah I get it, what a coincidence." Rob laughs. "Yes, plus," he continues, "I figured that I could benefit from some alone time." While he speaks, he puts his right hand on my thigh, I feel my head turning red again and my leg tingles. And then, before I can get used to it, he pulls his hand back again.

I start overthinking. It was a small gesture, but that's not something friends do, is it? Does this mean that we are then on the same page? Does he also feel that what's between us is more than just a friendship? I want to find out, but how? Should I just kiss him? Wait, do I want to kiss him? A bit surprised I realize that I do. I'm actually insanely curious what that would be like. Though, I think we almost kissed once, a few weeks ago. We were both working late and ran into each other on the way to the bathrooms. We ended up talking for a bit in an abandoned hallway. I don't even remember what it was about, but I remember getting drawn into his eyes. We kept getting closer and closer to each other, and I even wondered whether we were going to kiss, but then we heard footsteps down the hallways and with a last smile Rob quickly walked away. In hindsight, I think that's when we both realized something was going on and we needed to find out what. Of course, I also could've decided to just cut it off. Ignore it and move on. That would've perhaps been a better move, but humankind only possesses a limited amount of self-control. That's why we are on a date right now.

People make out on dates... But doesn't that cross a line? I mean, you can't just go around kissing people. Especially, if you're married. I can't mess up my marriage, or this date for that matter. Regardless of what constitutes crossing lines and regardless of what happens, we still need to face each other on Monday. Oh God, what if people notice? What if it is so obvious that something happened between us? In the parliament building, everyone is watching everyone, and gossip travels faster than light. If only I could share these worries with him, this amazing guy sitting next to me. But that just seems really weird. My stream of consciousness gets stopped by Rob, who parks the car, looks at me, and says "Well, we're here, ready?" 

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