The Lonely King | Ongoing [New Edition]

32 | Out of Breath

"I just...it sucks to see Emily so upset," I finally said with a resigned sigh as we walked into my room. Turning to face him, I couldn't help but let the frantic concern I had for Emily flash through my eyes.

"She's been like this for the whole week and I'm starting to get really worried. You know her, she's not the type of person to look for a confrontation. She just keeps everything to herself and hopes that time will help to solve everything."

Robin took a deep breath and grabbed me by the shoulders. I looked up into his blue eyes and recognised the hesitation inside of them. Was he going to hug me?

As if he could read my mind, he let go of my arms quickly and shoved his hands into his pockets. I let out a frustrated groan, poking him in the chest with a finger.

"What's wrong with you, Robin?" I demanded, causing his eyebrows to crease together in confusion.

"What?"

"Why can't you touch me?" I blurted out, cheeks burning. I didn't sound needy or desperate, do I?

Oh, who was I kidding? Of course, I sounded needy and desperate!

"W-What did you say?" Robin repeated, choking on his words.

"You know! Holding my hand, or like, hugging me once in awhile! You never do that. Are you tired of me already? Did you change your mind?" I couldn't help but ramble on. I was starting to get worked up, and all the frustration I had kept to myself was rising up to the surface. Maybe it was because the entire Asher-Emily drama was making me have second thoughts about relationships, but I couldn't help but be paranoid at Robin's distant behaviour. I started pacing around the living room, not realising that Robin's eyes had darkened or that he was now stalking towards me.

"Trust me, Alexandra, I haven't changed my mind. But you do tire me out with all your confusing actions," he muttered once he was in front of me, grabbing my shoulders once again.

"So, why?" I demanded angrily.

"I thought you wanted us to move slowly, so I'm respecting your decision," he said lowly. "I don't know about you, but this is all new to me. I take what you say literally because the last thing I want to do is screw this up."

At his explanation, my expression softened. Could it be that all this time, he was just afraid?

"You should've just told me," I mumbled under my breath, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I had let my anger out on him. We really needed to work on the whole 'communication' thing if we're being serious about dating.

Then, to my surprise, he pulled me into a rare embrace. Balancing his chin on my head, he reassured me softly.

"I won't change my mind about you, Alexandra."

"You never know," I sniffed, leaning into his chest and taking a deep breath. Robin smelled like clean sheets and musk, and his scent immediately put me at ease. "Just look at Emily and Asher. They were fine a couple of weeks ago, and now they can barely look at each other."

"They'll work it out. Don't be a busybody," he chided.

"I'm not! She's my best friend! And he's yours! I'm merely concerned," I protested, my words coming out muffled against his shirt. Pulling back slightly, I tilted my head upward and looked into his eyes.