Wish That I Could be your Lover | Ronance

Chapter Nine

Robin

When Robin felt the sunlight pouring in through the blinds the next morning as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she immediately thought she was still dreaming.

At first, she was confused and disoriented. This wasn't her bedroom back at home, nor was she at Steve's place because he always kept his apartment at an ungodly freezing temperature, and at that moment she was so warm she was almost sweating.

Blinking a few times, it all came back to her. The blizzard, hiking through the snow, watching Grease. . And sharing a bed with Nancy Wheeler.

If Robin had thought she was dreaming before, now she was convinced she was back on those drugs the Russians had given her.

Nancy was curled up into the taller girl's side, her face pressed into Robin's ribcage so far she was concerned that she was even breathing until she felt her breaths fanning her skin. Her soft, brown hair was rumpled from sleep and covering most of her face, more disheveled than she had ever seen it. Somehow throughout the night their legs had become tangled together under the comforter and Nancy's arm was haphazardly slung across Robin's waist, fingers brushing just above her hipbone.

She was about to have a goddamn panic attack, that was for sure.

Robin couldn't even wrap her head around the position they were in. Her entire body felt like it was humming from the way Nancy's touch consumed her, shivers traveling up her spine as she felt the girl's fingers move slightly against her waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The fresh citrus smell that Robin was so familiar with threatened to engulf as if she wasn't already weak enough.

The arrangement they had settled into over the night, in short, had caused a lump of fear to settle deep within Robin's stomach. She wasn't scared because of how close they were, she was scared because of how much she liked it, of how normal this all seemed when it was far off from the ordinary.

Despite this, she couldn't help but look down at Nancy's face that was nestled into her body. She looked so peaceful, like nothing bad in the world had ever happened to her. Robin didn't often get to see this expression on the other girl, Nancy always wore her heart on her sleeve and you could tell how she was feeling with one glance. She may not delve into those emotions, but it didn't stop her from being ever-so expressive.

She looked angelic, and Robin wished she could've reached over, tucked her hair behind her ear and wake her up with a good morning kiss.

However, Robin Buckley was not brave when it came to love. She had a long list of failed experiences to back that statement up, most of which Steve had witnessed firsthand.

So instead, she slowly and quietly untangled herself from Nancy, ignoring her heart crying out in protest at the action, and pulled the blanket back over the girl so that she stayed warm.

Quickly changing into the clothes she wore yesterday and tying up her boots, she cast one last glance at the sleeping girl she had fallen so hard for before silently slipping out the door, making her way to her snow-coated car.

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It had taken Robin a surprisingly shorter amount of time to brush all the snow off her car than she expected. Maybe she didn't check the weather often, but she still came prepared to deal with the consequences of her forgetfulness. She had scraped the layers of snow and ice off her windshield with the brush she had purchased months ago when it first started snowing back in November, after she had made the same mistake and gotten snowed in at Steve's.

The roads weren't by any means crystal clear, but salt had been put down and most of the snow had been shoveled away by the big trucks that had rolled through the streets in the middle of the night. Soon she was coasting down the highway and making her back to her house, ready for the lecture her mother was about to give her for disappearing in the middle of a snowstorm.