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"Robin...?" I call, trying to hide my red face. "Yeah?" He responds, turning towards me. "I was wondering...," he starts, "what are we?"

"We're what ever you want us to be," Tobin shrugs. "I want to date," I whisper. "What? Sorry, didn't quite catch that," he smirks, placing his hand on my cheek. "I said I want to date," I said in a normal tone.

"Your wish is my command," he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

Sorry this is short- but anywaysssss

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