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Robbie’s brows pinch, not even a smirk crossing his face.
I reach down, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm. “What’s that look for?” I ask him.
Robbie shakes his head, which seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, his face melting back into his usual easy, relaxed expression. “Nothing,” he says, lifting up our joined hands to place his own kiss on my palm this time. He raises the flask up with his other hand, starting to flip the cap back onto it, but then hesitates, tilting it in his hands as he looks down at it. Then, suddenly, he raises it to his lips for one more long pull, before capping it and slipping it back in his pocket.
“Are you ready to go back in?” he asks me, pushing my hair away from my face and giving me a quick kiss.
I roll my lips into my mouth, hiding my grin. “Almost.”
I reach down, slipping one heel off my foot, then use Robbie’s shoulder for balance as I slip the other one off as well, leaving them on the floor next to Robbie as I turn to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction of the gym.
“Um, Cooper?” Robbie calls after me. “What are you doing?”
“Wait for it!”
It takes a few more seconds before I reach the end of the hallway, spinning on my heel to face Robbie. “Okay,” I say, holding my arms out to the side.
Robbie tilts his head. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”
I stifle a laugh before taking a deep breath. And then I take off, jogging as fast as I can without slipping in my tights. I run straight for Robbie, and he jumps out of the way in surprise, thinking I’m about to run into him. But I don’t, instead veering off to the side, throwing my hands in the air and sliding to a stop, my feet kicking out behind me.
Once I catch my footing, a huge smile comes to my face, and I bend my knees, giving Robbie a little curtsy.
He blinks at me, glances over his shoulder, then looks back at me. “What the hell was that?”
I let out a scoff. “Classic American film work!”
Robbie tilts his head, not responding.
“Iconic cinematography?” I try.
Still nothing.
I blow out a breath, making the hair in my face flip up.
“The Breakfast Club,” I say.
Robbie’s brows raise, a smile pulling at his lips. “The Breakfast Club,” he repeats.
“Yeah,” I nod. “You know, the scene where they’re running through the hallways. Trying not to be caught by Vice Principal Vernon.”
Robbie’s tongue pushes into his lower lip. “You’re cute, Cooper.”
“Oh, just forget it,” I say, rolling my eyes as I bend down to pick up my heels. When I stand back up, Robbie’s there, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re cute,” he says again. “And so was your little scene reenactment. Very cool, actually.”
He kisses my forehead, and I try to hide my smile as I look up at him.
“You know, lots of people think that scene is cool,” I say.
“Mmm,” Robbie hums, his lips grazing my neck. “Do they now?”
“They do,” I confirm as his lips press against my throat, making my voice go up an octave. “And mark my words, your kids will too.”
Robbie stiffens, pulling his head back up to look at me. “My kids?” he asks.
I shrug, the singular shot of liquor I took making me feel just a tad bit bolder. “Yours. Ours. Whatever.”
Robbie’s mouth falls open, his eyes searching my face. I give him a grin, standing up on my tiptoes and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before dropping my heels and dashing off towards the end of the hallway again.
