Page 122 of Pucking Obsessed

Dad’s fantastic like that.

Although, to be fair, Mum must have quietly hidden the Nightmare on Santa Street sweater away because I didn’t see it again after that.

Hopefully, she burned it.

“It’s a clear night,” I explain, patting my telescope. “We can finally watch the stars together.”

I hold my breath.

Don’t shatter my heart. Don’t shatter me. Don’t shatter…

Robyn cups my cheek. “Thank you.”

Two words.

So simple.

Innocent.

Thank you.

But they mean the fucking world to me.

Because Robyn gets it.

My shoulders slump. I hook my arm around Robyn’s waist, pulling her close against my chest.

Her fingers tighten around my cheek, and she leans up to kiss me.

It’s tender and soft.

Robyn’s gaze is mischievous, however, when she draws back without taking her hand from my cheek. “And after you’ve mademe wet with your hot, nerdy side, scientist man, what’s your answer tomytext?”

I smirk.

So, I get to be the one worshiping her pussy under the moonlight.

When I slide my gaze deliberately slowly downwards, Robyn shivers. “I’ve fantasized about being on my knees for you, while you stargaze. It’d be my honor, love.”

“Sweet talker.”

It’s true.

Robyn’s cheeks flush.

She looks even more eagerly at the telescope. “We only have a quarter of an hour, before we’re meant to be leaving. We’d better start. You’ll have to work hard. I don’t want to be late to my own surprise party after…”

She stumbles into an awkward silence.

I stare at her in shock.

“You know?” I pull back from her, rocking on my heels. “Shit.”

Robyn wraps her arms around her middle. “Whoops. I didn’t mean to admit that. I’m not the best liar.”

“How did you find out?”

Robyn arches her brow. “A sudden night out at Merchant’s Inn? Neve insisting that D’Angelo comes along, despite in her WhatsApp with Code and me refusing to call him anything butpuck boyor sometimes simplydick stickfor variety? D’Angelo giving me this clip and suggesting that I wearsomething special? You getting dressed up with that seriously sexy eyeliner? Honestly, I don’t think that I can take the credit for being an awesome detective for solving this mystery. You guys are simply worse than me at keeping secrets.”

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