“One last thing,” Robin said, hesitating. “I need a favor.”
“Anything,” Cormoran replied.
“Anything?” Robin moved toward him, almost nervously.
“Within reason,” he amended.
“Is it reasonable,” Robin asked, coming closer, so close. “To ask you to kiss me?”
Cormoran’s voice froze in his throat; he could do nothing but nod, suddenly sure he was dreaming. Robin stepped up to him, tilting her face up.
The heat of her breath ghosted over Cormoran’s mouth, and a tremor passed through him.
“Cormoran,” Robin murmured, and he leaned down, closing the space between them to press his lips to hers at last.