Page 120 of Pucking Obsessed

At the moment, Robyn only knows that we’ve been invited to Merchant’s Inn.

She should have finished getting dressed by now, unless she’s notfinishedin a different way,

I shift from foot to foot, before reaching to fiddle with the telescope’s mount.

Perfect.

No one else comes to this spot on the roof. It makes me feel peaceful. I need a space that’s entirely private to me, where I can be my own person.

Where I can be alone, even away from my twin.

Perhaps, I always will to make myself feel safe.

I had one at college as well. Blythe beat the shit out of me because I refused to show her where it was.

Robyn is the only woman who I’ve trusted to show this part of myself.

When I share the stars through the telescope for the first time, I’ll be sharing my sanctuary.

I also share myself, unreservedly. I’ve revealed every fragment of my soul to Robyn.

It’s why I’ll shatter, if she rejects or abandons me.

I’d do anything for her.

It’s dangerous. I fucking know it.

Yet I accept the stakes because Robyn is worth it.

When I hear a noise behind me, I swing around.

Robyn is clambering up the ladder onto the roof.

A smile lights up my face, which is brighter than the stars in the sky. “Evening, love.”

I stride across the roof, catching Robyn as she accidentally hooks her high heel on the final rung and tips forward.

“Hello.” She blinks up at me.

She looks like a bloody goddess.

Robyn’s dress sparkles, as if it’s emerald stardust. It’s long and sweeping with a slit up to her thigh. Her red hair is pinnedup on her head with a simple silver clip, which glitters on the end with a single diamond.

Is that new?

It looks like something D’Angelo would give her. It matches his cuff links.

I run my hand over the clip. “This is nice.”

Robyn smiles, as I steady her onto her feet on the roof. “It’s a gift from D’Angelo. I’m worried about him. He’s barely spoken since yesterday. But he came to my room with this. He said that he’d been planning to wait until my birthday but he thought that I could wear it tonight.”

I hum, leading Robyn to the telescope. “He chose well. It suits you, love.”

“He knows my taste. He knowsme.” Robyn’s eyes crease with happiness, but I stiffen. D’Angelo has spent a lot on her gift. Did I make a mistake with mine? “It’s thoughtful. I can tell that he took time to pick it out himself. Although, kind of rude that he said he chose it because he’d noticed my hair was always falling into my face.”

I laugh.

“That’s our Jude. He likes everything tidy. I’m amazed that he hasn’t tossed out my leather jacket and Harley and bought me the same suits as he did my brother.” I shudder. “Can you imagine me pulling that off?”

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