[chapter thirteen]
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Alexa lay perfectly still on her stomach, smiling into her pillow as Robby pressed lazy kisses onto her naked skin, from the nape of her neck, down her spine to the base of her back, before reversing and retracing his path with his tongue.
After a few more minutes of this torture, Alexa felt his large hands come to rest on her waist, gently rolling her over. Alexa smiled and palmed his cheek as he rest his head against one of her thighs, his stubble grazing her smooth skin slightly.
"Who would have thought." She said softly and Robby raised his eyebrows in silent question. "Who would have thought that someone with such a fierce temper and reputation for hardheadedness could be so…" She raised one palm in the air uncertainly.
"You bring out the gentle in me, I guess." Robby said, his cheeks colouring slightly at the compliment.
They lay gazing at each other for a few minutes until Robby broke the silence again. "I'm going to tell everyone. Richard, Hamlin, everyone."
Alexa shook her head. "No, you aren't. Not until I'm gone from RCR. You were right the first time."
"But…"
"No. Not until I'm gone. It's for the best." Alexa smiled.
"Lex…" Robby paused. "Are you sure about this? About…are you sure you want to be with an old man?"
Alexa giggled, one of her hands threading his. "Are you sure about being followed around by a lovesick teenager?" She teased.
"Hey, you're of age. I'm not breaking any laws." Robby grinned and Alexa laughed. "And yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"Me too. O Ancient One." Alexa joked.
"Listen, Alexa…I need to ask you something. Seriously." Robby said, his eyes darkening slightly.
Alexa tensed, then nodded her head, ready for whatever question he had waiting for her. "Shoot." She said softly.
"Were you really a cheerleader in high school?" Robby asked, barely suppressing a grin.
Alexa bucked her thigh slightly, bouncing his chin against her skin. "You asshole." She said with a smile. "Why do you ask?"
"You said cheerleader the other night, and now I can't get the vision of you in a tiny skirt out of my head."
"Dirty old man."
"That's right." Robby grinned. "A boyhood fantasy come true."
"No, I wasn't a cheerleader. I was the girl in the shop class, helping tear down engines." Alexa answered with a laugh. "Sorry to burst the sexy cheerleader bubble, but I was the dork with oil under her fingernails and her hair in a constant ponytail."
Robby sat up slightly, slowing moving his body upwards to meet hers. "And yet, I find that almost as sexy as you doing cartwheels." He paused. "Almost."
Alexa tugged on his ears gently, pulling his head close to hers. "You really are an asshole, you know that?" She breathed.
"Mm-hm…I know…"
Robby said huskily, dropping his lips to hers.