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When Robin goes home for the first time in years, can she manage to avoid stirring up trouble with her ex... boy next door?
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"Oh, now you have nothing to say?" he scorned. "Yo-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence before my lips were on his. I couldn't help it. He was just talking and then we were kissing. I can't explain the progression of events, I'm not sure I even understand what happened.
Our mouths moved together, and he let out a little moan in surprise. My hand was on his firm chest, his hands on my waist, and I walked him backwards. He leaned in, pulling me close, and we drifted backwards until his back hit the wall, jolting me out of the haze.
I pulled back, panting heavily, with my eyes wide and mouth agape, in shock at what I'd just done.
"I'm sorry!" I said, "I didn't mean to do that!"
His brows furrowed. His lips were red and plump from the kiss, and I had to fight the urge to lean in again. His face grew red with rage, and I realized that "sorry" was probably the wrong thing to say.
"You're sorry?" he sneered, "So that was another mistake? God, Robin, I can't believe you."
"No Dawson, I didn't mea-" he cut me off with a gesture of his hand.
"Don't talk to me," he said quietly. "You might do something else you'll regret."
Before I could open my mouth again, he swept out of the room, leaving only a lingering scent of the sea and my pounding heart.
That went well.