Page 95 of My Heart Belongs to You

The phone rang, prompting her to return to her post. I continued to my place, uneasiness and confusion filling my chest. Our conversation seemed unfinished, but I had nothing else to say. My stomach twisted. I pushed those feelings aside as I entered my apartment.

An unbidden smile covered my face when I found Robyn on my couch. She looked up from the book she was reading.

“You look comfortable.”

“Oh, I am. Your couch is so comfy. I was on the balcony, then it started to pour down,” she said with furrowed eyebrows.

“It caught me on my way from Peaches’s pop up event.”

“I forgot that it was tonight. I wanted to go.”

I walked over to her, lifted her legs, then placed them on my lap after sitting. “It’s all good, G. I got two pints on the way.”

She sat up. “Really. What flavors?”

“You’ll see when they get here.” I tapped her nose.

Silence fell over us as she went back to reading and I mindlessly massaged her foot. The quietness was calming and comforting in a way I didn’t appreciate before.

“The shower was cute.”

“It was. I had a good time. It got me to thinking, though.”

I knew nothing else needed to be said for her to understand.

She hummed. “Me too. One day.”

“One day,” I said with a nod.

Robyn pressed her heel into my crotch while peering at me over her book. My eyes trailed her frame. She wore one of those fuzzy, two-piece short sets. I ran my hand up her leg, stopping at her thigh.

“I need to shower first,” I said, then smirked.

Robyn rolled her eyes while pulling her foot out of my grasp. “Fine.”

As I got up from the couch, there was a knock at the door.

“That’s your ice cream.”

She hopped up from the couch, giddy with excitement as she went to answer the door. I pulled my shirt off on my way to the bathroom.

“Nadir,” Robyn called out with a coldness that made me freeze.

Quickly, I buttoned my pants and put my shirt back on. I damn near passed out when I saw Deira standing in my entryway with Robyn’s ice cream in her hand.

Robyn looked at me with lifted eyebrows and pursed lips. If looks could kill, I would’ve been dead on arrival.

“She asked for you.”

“Wassup?” I rushed out. My heart raced a mile a minute, and the longer Robyn stared at me, the faster it thumped.

“I...uh. Here’s your order. I told the delivery guy I’d bring it to you.”

Robyn took the bag. “Thank you. Anything else?”

“Um.” Deira looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her face flushed. “We didn’t finish our conversation earlier. But I see now isn’t a good time.”

Her hand was on the doorknob as she said the last part.