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"Why does he want you to marry Sarah when you do not want to?" I asked, feeling bewildered that Robbie's father has no respect for his wishes.

"Sarah is his friend's daughter to whom he owes something. When Sarah showed a desire to marry me, dad thought it was the best way to repay that debt," he spoke monotonously as if he was describing someone else's situation.

My mouth fell open in shock, "He is using you as a bargaining chip. Aren't you, his son?

Robbie leaned back and stared at the ceiling, saying with a mocking laugh, "I sure am, and that is why he thinks he has the right to make decisions in my life. He hates not having things his way!"

I was speechless. I remained silent, watching Robbie contemplating. All this time, I was so focused on his beauty that I failed to notice the line of worry on his forehead, his swollen eyes, and his tight-lined lips. There was not a hint of his arrogant smile that was always lodged on his lips during his high school days. The last time I saw him smiling was after meeting him for the first time in eight years. Now, it feels like he has forgotten how to smile. I asked, seeing him lost in thought,

"What are you going to do?"

Robbie came out of his reverie and walked to me. He took my face in his hand and asked,

"Can I kiss you?"

I blinked. Under the circumstances we were in, a kiss was the last thing in my mind. I looked blankly at Robbie. The solemness in his eyes melted and were replaced with a look I cannot decipher. I stared at those exquisitely beautiful grey eyes, and the words just flew out of my mouth,

"Yes"

As if a restraint had been broken, Robbie immediately bent down and pressed his lips to mine. His one hand behind my head and the other on my shoulder. I felt his lips quivering as if hesitating, but suddenly, it got aggressive. He took my lower lips with slight fierceness; licking, sucking, and even biting it. For a few seconds, I was not even sure how to respond. Robbie's kiss was very conflicting as if he was unsure of how to go about it. One moment he was gentle, pecking with extreme tenderness, and the very next moment he was fiercely sucking and licking with a burning passion till my lips were wet and swollen. His switch from soft to hard made my stomach tickle, and my body heat rose. I felt tinges of pink creeping up on my nape and cheeks as Robbie shifted from my lower lips to my upper. He expertly used his tongue to part my lips and push his tongue inside. Feeling his warm tongue inside my mouth, I felt an overwhelming urge rush forth. I stood on my toes and placed my hands, which were helplessly lying on my side, on Robbie's neck, and pulled his face closer for a deeper kiss.

Robbie's lips paused as his eyes looked towards me, stunned. I did not appreciate him slowing down when I was finally able to respond back. I pulled him down by the neck and sucked onto his alluring lips, tasting its sweetness. Robbie broke out of his astonishment and grabbed me ecstatically. His hands traced down my spine, reaching my waist. With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled me closer, almost as if trying to meld my body into his. I felt the faultless cuts of his chest over mine, even with two layers of cloth separating it. My hand restlessly went to his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as I felt the softness of his burning lips. Robbie willingly bent his head, feeling the depth of my mouth with his tongue. Finding it a little unfair, I leaned forward, pushing forth my tongue as well. Robbie did not fuss, allowing full access to his mouth, pulling me closer for a deeper inspection. Clinging to each other, we engaged in a full mouth inspection battle, trying to feel as much as we could. Robbie had no desire to separate or give in, and neither did I. Our kiss was not rough, but there was an odd sort of hunger in it as if we wanted to devour each other. It was the longest and deepest kiss of my life. We were at it for so long that when we parted, we did not even know how much time had passed. Not only were we breathless but also in a daze.

I looked at Robbie, breathing heavily. He was still holding me by the waist, his heart racing. I could hear my heart pound in my ear as well. For the first time in forever, his grey eyes were shining with mixed emotions. There was joy, excitement, desire, desperation, pain, sorrow, and bliss. He leaned in again but not towards my lips, but my throat. His lips traced my neckline, making me shiver. I felt goosebumps down my arms and back as he planted a firm kiss on my shoulder before resting his head there. He tightly embraced me as if he never wanted to let go. I don't know why but I felt as if he was biding me goodbye. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist too, our hearts slowly calmed down. After a long while, Robbie reluctantly let go of me. He quietly turned to the couch where he was sitting before and noticed the small aquarium. Goldilocks was lazily swimming inside.

Seeing it Robbie's face broke into a melancholy smile. I was waiting for him to say something as I could see that he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to. Minutes ticked away, hearing the tick-tick of the clock hands. Finally, after a few minutes, Robbie spoke. His words were firm and clear.

"Dad has greater reach than me, and if he wants to take Twen, my powers are not enough to stop him. So," Robbie turned to face me, "I will arrange for both of you to leave the country with a different identity. It is best if you both do not stay close to me."