He nods toward Cam, but he's looking at me. "You sleep with him?" he asks.
I shake my head, because I think he's asking if I had sex with Cam. "Not like that. Just sleep," I assure him.
"You don't owe him shit, Ror. Don't explain anything to that son-of-a-bitch," Cam growls.
"You think it's okay to sleep with another man when you're my girl?" Robin asks quietly.
His girl?Now I get angry. Moisture pricks at my eyes and I hate that I can't just be mad without crying. I suck in a deep breath. "You think it's okay tofuckother girls when I'm your girl?" My voice is shaky and I wish I was stronger. Cam stands completely still behind me and Robin freezes, ostensibly stunned. Maybe at my gall? Maybe because he's never heard me curse before.
Robin takes a step toward me and reaches up for a hold of my arm, but in a flash Cam is a wall between us.
"Don't you fuckin' touch her!" Cam snarls.
Robin ignores him and starts pacing. "Where'd you hear that?" he asks.
What? Is he going to try and deny it?"What does that matter?" I shout back at him. Cam remains a shield in front of me as Robin stops pacing and meets my gaze.
"It ain't true, sweetheart. But we never said we were..." he trails off and rakes his fingers through his hair. "Can I talk to you in private?" he asks, pummeling Cam with his glare.
"No," Cam spits.
"I ain't askin' you, Foster." Robin tosses back. "I'm askin' my girl."
"So now she's your girl, huh? When you want to run around behind her back, it's cool because you never said you wouldn't, but now she's your girl, is she?" Cam voices my exact thoughts.
Robin resumes his pacing until his gaze lands on mine, ignoring Cam's vigilant presence between us. "Five minutes, Rory. Please. Let me explain. You owe me that much."
"She don't owe you shit," Cam grits out through his clenched jaw.
"Please, sweetheart," Robin begs.
I squeeze Cam's bicep and he turns to face me. He knows what I'm asking without my having to say a word, and he doesn't like it. He shakes his head.
"Cam, please. I'll be okay. You'll be right inside," I offer.
Cam takes care to block my view of anything other than himself. "You don't owe him anything. You hear me, Ror? You don't gotta talk to him if you don't want to."
"I do want to."
That throws him. I don't want to upset Cam, always my protector, but I want to hear Robin out. Even if we're just going to end it, I want to have the conversation, one way or another, and be done with it. Cam glares at me, frustration radiating from his every pore. But he won't stand in my way, I know that, and with reluctant acceptance, he turns back to Robin.
"I will be right on the other side of that door." Cam points behind me. "If you so much as raise your voice to her, I swear to God, Forbes, I don't care if I get kicked off the team, expelled... I don't care if I end up in fuckin' jail. You got me?"
Robin doesn't respond. It's not like him to just let something like that just go, and I know he's holding back for my benefit. Fortunately Cam turns his attention back to me.
"Cam, really that wasn't-"
"It's the truth, Ror," he interrupts. "You deserve better." He takes a deep breath and roughly runs his fingers through his still-sleep-mussed hair. "Stay on the porch, alright?"
I nod, and Cam turns back to Robin to shoot him one last death glare before heading inside and closing the door lightly behind him.
Robin takes a step toward me, but I hold out my palm to stop him.
"Sweetheart-"
"Just don't, Rob," I sound as defeated as I feel, and I cross my arms protectively around my middle. Robin's hazel eyes are almost green today, but they're shadowed by dark circles as if he hasn't slept. Even though I know it's irrational, I'm struck with a vague sense of guilt over how securely I slept myself, and why. Robin's wheat-colored hair, almost always perfectly coiffed, is disheveled as well. But he's still so damn good looking, and I worry that if he says some pretty things, I could lose my resolve.
My resolve forwhat,though? I'm not even sure what I want anymore. I'm not sure I ever really did.
