Tease // Robbie Kay

Chapter 30: Finally

Really short, but I think it's time for what you've all been asking for!(;

have I ever inspired anybody bcs that's my goal in life: to be a hot talented inspiring writer is that so much to ask for omg

Chapter 30: Finally

The day following, I skipped, as probably expected.

Going back to the place I was seized by my hair and slapped into a brick wall didn’t exactly get my hopes going.

So I stayed in bed, one foot pleasantly snug in my comforter whilst the other dangled off the edge, lying on my side and dreaming painlessly.

I slept most of the day, I didn’t want to think too much because thinking too much led to feeling too much, and when I felt too much I wanted to cry or scream or jump off my roof.

So I slept away the agony.

My slumber was disrupted with a shuffle downstairs.

At first, I believed a parent could have arrived from work, but the clock on my bedroom wall said it was 3:30.

No one is home until at least 5.

I was stiff, refusing to move, and in all honesty, I think distress petrified me well enough.

I didn’t look at the door, not once.  I made sure I kept facing the wall, don’t look, don’t look…

My mind was swiftly fleeting into the worst of thoughts.  A burglar, maybe.  A murderer?  A rapist? 

Then again, maybe Danielle wanted to apologize.  Or Kylie or Natalia or Zoey.  Zoey wasn’t mad at me.  Maybe someone needed something.  Maybe Tristan broke in.  Oh, please don’t be Tristan.

My heart shuddered in fear as the sound of shoes left the wooden foyer and onto carpet.

They were coming up the stairs.

I willed myself to grab my phone, but I knew I wouldn’t have enough time.  I could jump out the window and risk breaking both my legs…?

I heard a distinct squeak and knew they had reached the hallway.

I crinkled my eyes shut, squeezing them tight with the strength eyelids could carry.  My fists were balled as firm as possible, my toes curled little.  I was compacting myself for protection, but I doubted that would ward off any criminal.

But then, the carpet crunching stopped.

And I knew someone was standing at my doorway.

But I kept facing the wall.

There was a rough silence, but then broke by heavy breathing.  Heavy breathing like after an exertion, like someone had just ran a distance or two.

I squeezed my eyes even tighter.  They were staring right at me; I could feel their eyes studying, watching.

“Arianna,” a voice murmured.

I tried to slow my own breathing, tried to think clearly. 

“Arianna, I’m in love with you.”

My eyes snapped open.  That British slur, that sound of delightful breathing no matter how wildly he did it, the way his words strung together when he was scared, the voice I heard humming in my ear when he slept next to me, that boy.  That boy was standing in my bedroom.

I knew before I opened my eyes.  I rolled over in my sheets and sat up, seeing Robbie in the doorway, falling to his knees and sliding them along the floor until he was kneeling by my bed. 

“Robbie?” I whispered, but he grabbed my hands and clasped them desperately, rubbing them with care and gaping into my eyes.  He looked so fixedly, vacantly, like his eyes were empty and I was to fill them.  I wasn’t breathing.

“Arianna,” he began.

“Robbie…” I warned.

“Arianna, I’m brutally in love with you,” he said, he breathed in the utmost sincerity, and he gripped my hand tighter, and I couldn’t breathe at all.

I don’t know how long I stared at him.  I don’t remember how many times I looked and watched and rewatched his eyes ceasing to move, or his lips quivering just a little, or the way his cheeks reddened with every passing second.  I don’t know.  I just know that the green of his eyes turned blue and his hands shook like leaves in the gale.

But suddenly, he was staring at our hands, intertwined like branches, clenching my fingers and clutching the palms.  At this moment, what was his was mine, and what is mine was his.

“I’m sorry this is sudden,” he whispered, “I should’ve knocked or something…”

“No,” I blurted, “it’s alright.”

“Arianna I love you,” he repeated.

I swear, every time he said it my lungs were choking in a wildfire.

And suddenly…

He let go of my hands and brought them to the collar hem of my tee shirt, and he was pulling me onto the floor, slowly, slowly, slowly I was sliding onto the floor.  We were both sitting beside my bed, and then we were kissing. 

He crawled on top of me, one hand against the wall and the other clasping by bed, kissing, kissing, kissing quickly and many times.  Every one, each and every kiss, was ecstasy.  Every kiss sprouted flowers, the way he did it made violets grow inside me.

Robbie bit my lip and pulled back, letting it slip from his teeth and snap back into place. 

“I’m drowning,” Robbie gasped.

“What?” I asked, bringing a hand to hold onto his shoulder.

“I’m drowning,” he said, “I’m drowning and you’re perfect and I can’t think straight and I-“

“Robbie, Robbie,” I stopped him, grabbing his chin with my fingers, “it’s okay.”

He shook his head.  “I’m so in love with you it’s sick.”

I sighed, “Robbie Kay, you light fires in me no one else could reach.”

And we were kissing again.

I don’t want to stop.

 Nooo before you ask, as of right now, they are not dating!!

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