Robin

My temper rises as August continues to place his hand over my face. "August, I'm going to hit your head with my heel if you call me a peasant one more time."

He removes his hand from my face and leans forward. He smiles and adjusts the baseball cap Damien gave him earlier. "Peasant."

I bend down and remove my stiletto. He backs away, holding his hand out. "Babe, I was kidding!" He shouts, running away.

He runs behind Kelly's back as I stride to him. "Don't bring me down with you!" She yells, trying to push him away.

"She's got the stiletto, Kelly, the stiletto!"

I smile at the fear evident on their faces. "August."

"Hmm?" He replies, slowly moving away from her.

"Who am I?"

He smiles and steps closer. "The love of my life."

"And who are you?"

August stands in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist. "The best boyfriend you've ever had."

Kelly clears her throat and begins walking away. "Okay, I'm gonna go now!"

I grin. "You're scared of me, cunt."

He laughs. "Hate to break it to you, gorgeous, but I am not scared of you. I just like to have fun."

I roll my eyes as Marie and Damien walk up to the DJ. When a slow song plays, I gasp and tap August's arm. "I love this song!"

August removes his hands from my waist as the wedding guests begin slow dancing with their partners. "In that case," He smirks and holds his hand out. "May I have this dance?"

I stare at him in confusion. "Why?

"I can't dance with my girl?"

I roll my eyes and look away, trying to hide my smile, but he only hugs me from behind. Heat rises from my stomach to my chest as he kisses my neck, his cool breath on my neck. "Dance with me, my love. Please."

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck as he smiles. When I glance at his dimple, I can't help but smile harder. A server offers wine to us as we slowly move side to side in sync. We accept a glass and, after toasting and drinking it, we set it back on the tray. When he offers another glass, we do the same thing.

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him softly. When I pull away, I glance at his baseball cap. I touch it as he continues to move slowly. "I like it. Makes me want to kiss you more."

The truth is, I can't stop staring at him. It makes it ten times harder to resist him. But if I told him that, it would only increase the gigantic ego he already has.

He grins. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you should do more than kiss me." He replies, staring at my lips.

I match his grin. Removing one of my arms from around his neck, I trial it down his body. When it reaches his crotch, he grabs my arm. "You touch my dick and I swear to God you're not making it to work in the morning."

I grow excited at his threat. As I am about to touch it, I decide against it. Feeling nauseous, I close my eyes and hum. The feeling vanishes after a moment, but the sickness I have been feeling since last week doesn't.

I roll my eyes. "We're acting like those weird couples in love." I say, bringing my arm around his neck again as the song starts to fade out.

"Because we are a weird couple in love. And if someone doesn't like it, they can kiss my ass."

I nod. "Damn straight." The nauseous feeling returns, making my face scrunch up.

August frowns. "What's wrong?"

"I feel like shit and I want to go home."

"Home?"

I shrug and get out of his hold. Grabbing his hand, I start walking to the exit door. "My place, your place, who cares? As long as I'm with you, it's home." I respond as we step outside.

He faces me and before I can take my next blink, August cups my face and his lips meet mine. He kisses me roughly, but passionately. He doesn't give me a moment to take a breath, instead roaming his hands through my hair softly as he kisses me with no remorse.

He pulls away after a few more seconds. "What was that for?"

"This alcohol is making me emotional." He moves a strand of my windblown hair behind my ear. "I'm about to cry. You're so fuckin' sweet, Robin."

I hold his hand and we begin walking down the sidewalk. "You can't cry, because then I'm going to cry." I mumble.

He places his arm over my shoulder, pulling me against him. This slows down my walking pace, but I don't mind. "We'll cry together." He says.

"You're the only person I want to cry with, Foreman."

"Right back at you, Davis."

We stop and stare at each other lovingly. After a moment, we push each other away. "Gross." I mutter.

"Fuck-face." He replies as my purse slips from my shoulder and onto the sidewalk.

"Dipshit."

When I bend down to pick up my purse, August stands behind me and holds my hips. He thrusts the air behind me repeatedly.

"Just like that, baby." He groans.

Lifting my purse off of the ground, I smile and shake my head. "You're so immature."

He continues to thrust the air behind me as I laugh. When I stand up, he leans closer to my ear. "Fuck, Robin, you make me so hard. I'm gonna cu-"

August begins laughing, his voice deep. He lets go of my hips and kisses my cheek before moving away. "Babe, you can't laugh! That makes me laugh!"

I laugh again and hold up my hands in defense as we begin walking. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

August shakes his head and places his arm back over my shoulder. As we near his car, August tells me about his upcoming game. I glance at the sidewalk across from as he speaks and notice a man standing far off. He wears a black hoodie with matching jeans. He holds something in his pants pocket, a metal of some sort. When he continues to stand there, staring at me, I grow suspicious. As I look closer, I am able to make out his blonde hair, but nothing else.

The man slowly pulls out the object from his pocket and when I realize what it is, my eyes widen.

"So I was wondering if you'd like to go to this game too? Maybe even all of-"

"August, get down!"

As the man reveals his gun and aims it at August, I step in the way just as he pulls the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, I am on the ground. My breathing starts to grow heavy as panic fuels through me. I spot August on the ground next to me and try to stand up. When I don't move, the panic increases.

Not being able to sit up, I glance through my eyelashes at my body. I notice a red liquid dripping down between my legs and stomach. Blood. So much blood. That's when I realize:

I've been shot.

The panic is immediately replaced with pain at this realization. My adrenaline stops and with every beat of my pulse, it's as if a hammer is banging against my gut. As I try to touch it, my breathing becomes irregular, making me sweat horribly.

I look around at my surroundings. There are people screaming and running. Cars screeching. Cop cars approaching. But I don't hear it. All I hear is a ringing sound in my ear. My body suddenly starts to cool as I choke up blood. Tears begin to form in my eyes at the possibility of what's to come. I think I'm going to die.

I turn to the side and see August get up slowly. He notices me and his eyes widen. The ringing sound starts to fade and the pain increases. "Robin!" I am able to hear him shout. It's a muffled sound, but I still hear it.

Despite the aching pain flowing throughout my whole body, I reach my hand out. He rushes to me, his eyes reddening. When he sees my stomach, he touches it. Blood instantly soaks his hands, making tears fall down his face. He looks around, running a hand through his hair, his hands shaking. 

"God, no. Not you, Robin. I can't lose you. Baby, keep fighting, stay with me, okay?" He kisses my forehead before backing away and searching for something. "Fuck—I need a fucking medic! My girlfriend has been shot!'

August takes his jacket off and wraps it around my stomach. I groan and sob, blood pouring out of my mouth. He shakes his head as the ringing sound completely leaves. I hear the ambulance sirens nearing as he holds the back of my head, lifting me up a little.

"Why? Why would you do that, Robin? It should have been me." He whispers, his tears falling on my cheek.

I smile softly and place my hand over his heart as my eyes start to droop. "I… I told you I would protect it with my life, didn't I?"

My eyes fall closed as August begins yelling at the medics and squeezing my hand tightly.