Distraction

Straight to the point

She heard Casey's words and instantly turned her head to look at the figure the girls were staring at. It was right in front of them moving confidently through the crowd and not giving a single fuck about who those people were. Maybe, that's why it didn't take her a lot of time to spot Marshall, his manner was one of a kind and she was glad to witness it again. Finally.

He was making his way straight to their booth with a habitual frown on his face that made him look serious and even severe, defining the sharp lines of his features. From the usual pace and movements of his, she couldn't understand if he was angry, calm, or something else in particular. But Robyn knew that Marshall wasn't heading to their booth just to say "hi" or hang out, it wasn't his style. And that knowledge made her excited and scared at once.

She knew he was coming straight to her, not to Tiana. It was obvious by the way their eyes met again when he was close enough to see them. He surely had something on his mind to tell her and she felt her spine arching pleasantly on the comfy couch at the thought of it. The anticipation of the conversation got her just a little bit nervous, the way it should've been. The dream about his touch lingered in her mind, promising that it was just temporary torture and she told herself not to let him go no matter what he was about to say. It all was a lie earlier. She needed him that night.

'Leave us alone now' Robyn heard her lips saying, making her thoughts audible, and her tone was demanding and impatient when she threw a glance at the confused girls.

'What do you mean?' all of them, except Tiana, looked at her, not having a clue why Rihanna was sending them somewhere all of a sudden. Tiana suspected what was going on and with her lips tight she could feel her victory slipping through Robyn's fingers. That is right, dear, he wasn't that interested in the first place.

'Go to the bar, dance, or whatever. Just leave us the fuck alone' she repeated strongly this time, feeling the impatience growing. Marshall was not that far away and she wanted them gone before he would've come. Especially, Tiana. Her name was unbearable for Robyn that night.

'Okay, okay, calm down. We'll be right back' Liv raised her hands in surrender, standing up from her spot and making some gestures to the girls to make them move too.

All three of them left the booth in a minute after some shuffling and she could almost call it a success. She ignored Tiana's envious glance and leaned back on the couch again comfortably. So when Marshall stopped right near their booth, there was nothing to stop whatever was going to happen. She could feel that in his posture, she could feel that inside her chest. As soon as he would've spoken aloud about what their eyes had been talking about just ten minutes ago, there was no coming back for both of them. And thank God because I didn't want to go back.

'So, what was that all about?' his silvery voice sounded somewhere from afar as his toned figure towered above her couch, making his shadow touch her skin briefly and two blue clear eyes looked right into hers. She saw something similar to dare in them, a readiness to have a sincere word with her. He didn't plan on hiding. He never was the one about beating around the bush, and she liked it. No, even more. In that minute she was ready to adore it.

'What exactly are you talking about?' she asked, playing innocent, tasting his name on her tongue to play a small game before she could say and do what she wanted. Crossing her legs in a slow and even lazy motion, she spotted him dropping a gaze on them briefly and raised her glance to look at him from under her eyelashes. Let it go, Marshall, just study me.

'Come on, let's not play stupid' he answered with the corners of his mouth lifting. It happened to be that he could see a lot more than she was trying to show, and Robyn had to be careful not to lose. 'You were eyeing me from the dance floor, dancing with that prick' Marshall pronounced it nonchalantly with his velvet voice and she didn't expect him to be that indifferent. If not a spark of irritation in the word "prick", she would've thought he didn't care.