the most recently written two sentences of my current project
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course, I do. What is this about, why are you so worked up?”
“I’m about to do something, and you can’t ask why. You just have to follow my lead.”
“Trina,” he starts to protest, but the fear in her eyes (and something else he doesn’t quite understand, like she suddenly isn’t the same person) stops him, and he nods, agrees to whatever request she could possibly make. He trusts her after all. She’s become one of his closest friend in such a short time. Whatever she wants can’t be that bad.
She steps closer, breathes in (they’re standing chest to chest and Robin is suddenly very aware of every inch of her body that is in contact with his. It’s not an unwelcome sensation, quite the contrary, but it’s highly distracting when she appears so frightened by something he doesn’t see nor understand, no matter how many times he glances around the room), whispers — orders, “Kiss me,” and his eyes go wide.
WHAT?! Robin wants to yell, but he doesn’t have time because after one furtive, panicked flick of her eyes to the right, she grasps the collar of his shirt and yanks him to her, covering her body with his as she leans back against the bar.
The kiss is frantic, nervous, not at all like her usually composed self, and he wants to pull back, to look in her eyes, to understand, but she senses his hesitation, pulls back long enough to murmur a desperate, “Trust me,” against his lips before diving back in, and it’s all Robin needs to wrap his arms around her and press her against the counter, eyes fluttering close as he follows her lead, plunges in after her.