What a lovely night [Boothill x Robin]

Chapter 6

What was she even doing? Was it right?? She was really bold doing that, but it felt right to her. She slowly pulled away and looked at him, her face flushed, but Boothill was on it worse.

Boothill was red, almost like strawberry. And trying to process what just happened.

"You taste sweet," he mumbled, which made him more blushed. He didn't want to say that out loud.

"Umm, thank you. Well, this is awkward," she says, playing with her hair, embarrassed at how bold she was.

"Hey, Birdy, It's ok; I liked it. I am just shocked you like someone like me..." he said, rubbing his neck.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You are the star... You are kind, sweet, adorable, and beautiful.... I, on the other hand, am opposite of that," he says.

"But I like that about you, that you are different than me and that you are yourself, so please let me be part of your life," she says softly, holding his hand, almost begging him to let her be in his life.

Boothill softens and smiles. "Alright, Birdy," he says, pulling her close to him.

They stayed like that, close to each other in silence, before Boothill had to break the silence.

"So wanna make out?" he says teasingly.

Robin looked at him not impressed. "Really? Now you are confident?".

He laughs, "Well, now I know that you feel the same," he says with his grin.

She sighs, "Fine."

***

Sunday was casually drinking tea before he heard the door to see his sister come in.

"Thank goodness you are here. I was about to think that he did something to you," he said. I really didn't like Boothill.

"Don't worry; he wouldn't have hurt me, and sorry I was late," Robin says out of breath.

Sunday got suspicious when he noticed his sister trying to catch her breath. "Are you alright? You seem a little red," he says.

"Oh, I was running back home," she says.

"Why on earth were you running?" he asked.

Before Robin could answer, Sunday jumped in, "You know what? I don't want to know," he said, and continued to drink his tea.

Rodin sighs in relief if he figured out that she was well, making out, and he also bit her neck a lot; Sunday would have killed him immediately.

She got to her room and lay down on her bed and smiled to herself at what just happened today.

Well, tomorrow she will have to meet him with his brothers; that will be interesting.

***

She waited for him on the spot they planned to meet. She was nervous, and, well, Boothill didn't help with the teasing.