Mer

"Are you cold?"

"No."

I sat on the edge of my seat, a blanket draped over my shoulders. I made no move to pull it closer, nor did I acknowledge its presence. I kept my face buried in my hands, though my hands were still cold.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

At the moment, all I could do was sit. I didn't know how it was possible to be mad at Robin, he hadn't done anything wrong. I couldn't help but to keep my eyes down. Not like he was capable of looking me in the eye anyway, but he seemed worried. 

"Can I sit by you?"

I didn't reply. A second later, I felt the bed dip to the side. I stiffened, Robin's presence undeniable.

"Do you..."

He trailed off. I removed my hands to look at him. He was blushing heavily, biting his lip. It was cute. Quickly, I pressed my lips against his cheek, making him jump.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed.

"Kissing," I replied, pecking his cheek once more.

"Wh-why?" he stuttered.

"You're cute."

"Am not."

I hummed, kissing his cheek again. This was really making me feel better, I should invite Robin over more often.