At First Sight: A Love That Couldn't Last

Chapter 8: Winter's Heat

Tiara stepped into Robin’s apartment, the cold winter air clinging to her skin. Robin closed the door behind her, and without a word, pulled her into his arms. His embrace was warm, comforting, but there was something more to it tonight—something urgent and intense. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his hands held her tightly, as though he was afraid to let go.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

“I missed you too,” Tiara replied softly, leaning into his touch. It had been a month since she’d seen him, and now, being so close to him again, she felt the pull of their connection stronger than ever.

Robin’s lips brushed against her temple, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Tiara’s heart raced as he pressed his body against hers, the heat of him overwhelming her in the cold of the night. His lips found hers in a kiss that was slow at first, but quickly deepened. There was an intensity in his kiss, a need that matched her own.

They made their way to the bedroom, their movements instinctive, as if they had been waiting for this moment all along. Robin’s hands slipped beneath her coat, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor. Tiara’s breath caught as he undressed her slowly, his fingers grazing her skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his touch made her feel—alive, wanted, cherished.

When they reached the bed, Robin laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers. The room was dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside, casting a soft glow over their bodies. The world outside seemed far away, and in that moment, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no worries.

His hands roamed her body, and Tiara’s breath hitched as his touch sent waves of warmth through her. Her fingers traced the lines of his shoulders, his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, the need in his touch. Robin kissed her again, deeply, passionately, and Tiara lost herself in the sensation—the feel of his lips on hers, the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the way he made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered.

As they moved together, their bodies in sync, Tiara felt a closeness she had never experienced before. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with the weight of their connection, of the emotions they had kept bottled up for the past month. She could feel the unspoken longing in the way Robin held her, the way he kissed her as though he couldn’t get enough.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, the cold outside forgotten as they lay tangled in each other beneath the warmth of the blanket. Robin’s kisses were slow, lingering, his touch tender yet filled with a hunger that matched her own. Tiara’s heart raced as they moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly, the rhythm of their breaths and heartbeats intertwining.

Every moment felt charged with an intensity that made Tiara forget the world outside the walls of the apartment. There was no one else—just Robin and her, wrapped up in each other, their connection deepening with every kiss, every shared breath. The passion between them was electric, but it was the tenderness in Robin’s touch, the way he held her afterward, that left Tiara feeling more connected to him than ever.

They didn’t speak much as the night stretched on, but words weren’t needed. The intimacy between them said more than words ever could. As Tiara rested her head on Robin’s chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her into a sense of calm, she couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted between them. They had crossed a line, not just physically, but emotionally, and there was no going back.

Yet, as she drifted off to sleep in Robin’s arms, a small seed of doubt took root in her mind. His touch, though filled with affection, held a certain desperation, as if he was clinging to her for reasons she couldn’t fully understand. There was something more behind his need to be with her tonight—something he wasn’t telling her.