/!\ SMUT ALERT /!\

He lifted up his chin, his mouth and throat producing this soft and melodic laughter, as his golden curls bounced on his shaking shoulders. He moved his right hand to his tilted hip and kept it there, like a lady would. He scratched his stomach, wiping a tear with a finger, still laughing since the joke Jonesy had just told was stuck in his head. His deep blue eyes moved on to the three girls standing with John and him.

Damn, Robert was beautiful.

This was what Myrna thought as she cleaned the surface of the bar, after a very drunk customer spilled his beer. Her curly red hair was falling on her eyes, so she often had to wedge a lock behind her ear, knowing it would not hold on for long. Her green eyes left Robert with difficulty, for she had to rinse the small rag she was using. A customer bent over the counter and poked her arm to catch her attention.

“Hey! When am I getting my beer! Quick! I'm not going to spend the night here, for fuck's sake!”

“Yeah, it's comin', it's comin'...”

She grumbled and threw a death glare at the guy, before taking a glass and filling it with fresh beer; she handed it to the customer, who did not event bother thanking her. She sighed and turned her head to Robert. He was quietly chatting with one of the girls. Myrna deeply wished she could be one of them. It was not really funny to work in that bar and seeing all those great musicians ordering drinks and talking to other people: all she wanted to do was to be one of the customers and sit with them, talking about music, depth of lyrics, and other musicians they found inspiring. But no, she was trapped behind this counter, having to shut her mouth.

Myrna's heart nearly stopped when Robert turned his head and planted (ha, ha) his eyes in hers. For a second, she forgot how to function: she felt paralysed and bewitched. “Damn, I've been caught staring at Robert Plant!” she thought. His thin lips stretched into a wider smile and he winked. She looked all around her, not believing she had just been winked at by the most desirable man of the decade. She heard him laugh once again and realised it had indeed happened to her. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, and she looked down.

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“I'm going to get us some drinks!” Jonesy smiled. “Whiskey for everybody?”

The girls nodded and giggled annoyingly. Although they were absolutely gorgeous, Robert could not stand them. They were not capable of holding a good conversation, and the main topic always was his chest or hair – though they were his pride. He soon regretted he had approached them; though he usually was not against a good shag, he was not in that mood that night. For once, he wanted to follow an interesting conversation about culture or other things, and not just about how good-looking he was.

Robert felt stared at during this whole time, and, wanting to think about something else than the girls, he turned his head and noticed the barmaid. He smiled broadly, seeing she was quite taken aback that he looked at her. She had curly red hair that looked like fire under the lights, and it pleased him. She blushed and looked down, much to his disappointment.

Suddenly, a hand snapped its fingers before his eyes. Jonesy was frowning and trying to get his attention, while the girls were whispering things.

“Hey, Percy? Anyone in there?” Jonesy said to him.

“Uh, yes. Yes, whiskey will do.”

“I'm going to get them to the bar.”

The bar. Where the very attractive barmaid stood. Robert shook his head and quickly put a hand on Jonesy's chest to stop him, as he started to walk up to the counter. His bandmate widened his eyes and cocked his eyebrows.

“Don't bother going, Jonesy. I am.”

“Come on, Percy, something in mind again?”

“No, no.”

Robert actually did not hear Jonesy speaking, since he was focused on the foxy lady cleaning the surface of the counter. His heels knocked on the tiles of the club, as he headed for the bar, smiling lopsidedly. He sat on a free stool and rested his elbows on the sticky wood.

Myrna was turning her back to the counter, busy putting clean glasses back on their shelf. She heard a man clearing his throat and spun round. She gasped silently at the sight of Robert sitting at the counter. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

“Good evening, Mister Plant” she said with a smile, yet trying not too sound too excited. “What will you have?”

“Five glasses of whiskey, please.”

“I'm getting you that.”

She coughed and hurriedly prepared five glasses of the bar's best whiskey. She settled them on the counter before him, and smiled.

“And here they are!”

“Thank you, milady” he said in a seductive tone, softly taking her hand that was rested on the counter, ignoring the glasses. Her cheeks felt like they caught on fire: Robert Plant was touching her hand! He cleared his throat and she looked up at him. “Why were you staring at me?” he asked, still smiling lopsidedly.

“Uh... I don't know. Perhaps it's such an honor to have the one and only Led Zeppelin here in this club.”

“Oh, but I thought this club was quite famous, and that you were used to having celebrities coming for drinks or shags in your toilet!” Myrna shyly chuckled and scratched her cheek, her other hand still in Robert's. He smiled at her and gently kissed the back of her hand, making her blush and cover her mouth in surprise. “May I know your name?” he whispered.

“My name's Myrna.”

“Oh, like Myrna Loy?”

“Yes, my parents were fond of Loy, so they named me after her. I have the same hair and eye colour as her, so why not?”

“This first name suits you really well” he grinned. “By the way, I am Robert.”

“Everybody knows who you are, Mister Plant. There's no need to introduce yourself.”

“They do, but I still keep on introducing me to people I don't know. I'm quite polite – at least I hope I am. And when I tell you my name without my family name, it means that you can call me that way. Forget Mister Plant, Myrna. Just call me Robert.”

“O-okay.”

“Can you take a break?”

“I'm sorry, I can't. I'm taking care of the club alone tonight, which isn't really nice.”

“When do you leave?”

“Oh, you'll be gone when I do.”

“You can still tell me the time.”

“I leave at two o'clock.”

“Two o'clock it is” he repeated with a smirk, “alright, I'll be waiting. I'll drive you home, I don't particularly like the idea of you going home alone in the night. Unless you have a car?”

“I don't.”

“That settles it, then.”

Myrna's red lips stretched into a wide grin. She nodded and thanked him, when a man called her at the other side of the bar. She turned her head and said she was coming; then, she faced Robert again. “I'm sorry, I have to take care of the customers. Meet me at two o'clock at the back door. I wouldn't like you to be spotted and harrassed by mad girls” she winked.

“Oh, don't worry, I usually know how to defend myself against them” he laughed “but it never really works, because I end up being seduced. I'm pleased to see that tonight, I don't need to struggle to be seduced.”

“Oh, those girls are quite pretty, you're right.”

“I'm talking about you, Myrna. Not those brainless chicks.”

Myrna's eyes widened and she found herself speechless. What was she supposed to reply? She could see Jonesy at the other edge of the room craning his neck with a frown to see what Robert was doing. When he saw her, he rolled his eyes and shrugged.

She shook her head and looked back at Robert and his sweet face. She smiled at him, and before thinking, she bent over the counter and kissed the tip of his nose. He blushed a bit and giggled like the girls he was with. “You are adorably adorable, Myrna.”

As she was about to speak, an impatient customer loudly whistled at her, hitting the bar with his fist.

“Miss, are you fucking giving me my drink?!” he roared, before noticing. “Oh, I see! That's not because this guy sings like somebody had just slammed the door on his balls that you have to disrespect us!”

“My balls are alright, sir, thank you for worrying” Robert calmly replied. “I'm sorry, but it's you who's disrespecting this lovely lady, and I don't really like that, so I hope you're going to apologise. It's true that she's working, and I'm bothering her, I apologise for that.” He turned to Myrna and kissed her hand. “I'm leaving you alone, dear Myrna. Meet you at two like we said?”

“Okay” she smiled. “Don't forget your glasses. Would you like a tray to carry them all?”

“That would be appreciated, thank you.”

Myrna laughed and grabbed a tray from under the sink. She put it down on the counter and rested the five glasses of whiskey on it. “Here you go” she said.

“Thank you, Myrna. Try to have a lovely evening. Next time, I'm asking Jonesy or Jimmy to get some drinks here” he chuckled, before his expression turned to a serious one. “Mmh, but try not to be too seduced by Jimmy, huh? I would be sad if I couldn't drive you home like I said.”

“Don't worry, Robert. I'll follow you.”

Robert smiled and brought the tray to Jonesy and the three other girls, who started to quack stupid things. Oh dear, this evening was going to be long...

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Richard entered the club, rubbing his hands together as the night breeze was quite cold. He greeted a few customers he knew, and walked up to the counter, where Myrna was pouring beer for a customer. She looked up at him and smiled weakly.

“Good evening, Dick.”

“Hi, Myrna. Did you manage to take care of the club the whole evening?”

“Of course. Now, it's your turn. You're late.”

“I know, there was a lot of traffic outside, the Rolling Stones were playing tonight, so you can guess how many people came to see them.”

“Obviously. That means that Mick and Keith will surely come over for a drink.”

“They called me in the afternoon, they said they would. The other Mick will come too. Did you see Jimmy Page?”

“Over there” she pointed at the guitarist, who was chatting with girls while drinking the bottle of Jack Daniel's she served him. Richard nodded and turned to her once again.

“Did the others come?”

“John Paul Jones went to the toilet, but John Bonham was sick so he went back to their hotel. Robert Plant was there too.”

“Oh! Where's he?”

Myrna looked up at Richard again and frowned briefly. If she told him where Robert was, he would chat with him and she would not be able to spend some time with him. When Richard talked to somebody, he was the kind of guy who would not let the other go. “He's gone” she lied. Obviously, she saw him sneaking to the back door, he winked at her before he did.

“Oh, how sad. I'll see him next time, then. Anyway, I'm taking care of the bar, you're free, now. Don't forget to say goodbye to Jimmy and Jonesy!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She sighed and removed her apron, which she rolled in a ball and kept in hand. She bypassed the counter and ran up to one of the back rooms, where she took her bag and coat back, leaving the apron there. She went back to the club, where the music became unbearable: her head felt like it was going to explode.

Jimmy and Jonesy were sitting beside each other, and the bass player looked like he was going to fall asleep. However, being used to meeting all those people even without actually talking to them, Myrna knew that he was staying only because Jimmy drank a lot and often passed out once the party was over. She walked up to them and reached out her hand.

“Hope we'll soon have the pleasure to have you here again” she shouted. Jonesy looked up and smiled, shaking her hand.

“We love that place, don't worry, we're faithful!”

“Faithful!” Jimmy repeated, obviously drunk. He clumsily shook her hand and tried to pull her onto him. Being stronger than him, she resisted and he almost fell off the couch. Jonesy laughed, and the guitarist threw him a death glare.

The bassist waved at Myrna and she bent over the table. He stood up a bit and talked in her ear. “Robert's still here. He's waiting for you at the back door.”

“Thank you. I'm going.”

“Be careful on your way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Robert will hit on you, it's obvious.”

“I don't mind” she chuckled. They shook hands once again, and Myrna sneaked in the corridor leading to the back door. She did not bother turning on the lights. At the other edge of the corridor, she saw a tall figure pressing its back against the wall, looking out of the window of the door. The light was shining on him, and he looked like a god.

She smiled and walked up to him, trying to be seductive. Robert turned to her, and his thin lips stretched into a lopsided grin. “I was waiting for you, lovely Myrna.”

“Sorry for being late. Dick took some time to come. Apparently the Stones just played, and there was a lot of traffic.”

“I see” he whispered, before pulling her into a gentle and warm hug. “I missed you, dear Myrna. I wasn't in good company tonight, those girls were really annoying. Luckily I had Jonesy and Jimmy.”

“I missed you too” she grinned. “Come on, let's go.”

She patted his shoulder, and then opened the back door. He gently grabbed her hand and entertwined their fingers together. He lightly pulled her back, careful not to make her lose her balance. She spun round with cocked eyebrows.

“I wanna be your backdoor man!” he winked. He chuckled and soon found himself imitated by Myrna. She stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the cheek, before they both got out of the club. They silently walked up to the car Robert rented, which he had parked on a small pebble square. Only the employees of the club and Richard's friends could park there. He opened the door for her and helped her in; then, he sat on the driver's seat and started up the car.

“I'll need you to guide me, lovely Myrna. I would have loved to bring you somewhere before driving you home, but I guess you're exhausted.”

“Indeed. I guess I can't suggest you to meet another day, because I assume you're leaving soon, and that we'll never see each other again.”

“Wrong. I'd be pleased to see you again. And I'll always come back to London. Perhaps I could even come back just for you.”

“Do you say that to all the chicks you meet?”

Robert's expression changed, and his smile faded away. As they arrived to traffic lights, he turned his head and faced her, showing that he was quite puzzled by what she said. Myrna regretted it for a moment, and as she was about to apologise, Robert leant in and gently took her chin between his fingers. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers. He did not deepen it, due to the fact he was supposed to be driving, and smiled at her. “I'm not that cruel, Myrna.”

Before she could even reply, the lights changed and Robert kept driving, following the directions she shyly pointed at. After twenty minutes or so, the car parked before a very ordinary building, which was composed of two flats. Myrna lived on the first floor, above a lovely elderly lady, who always kept an extra newspaper for her when she was away.

Myrna got out of the car and rummaged through her handbag to get her keys. Robert closed his door and locked it just in case. He buried his hands in his back pockets, shivering a bit because of the cold, and walked up to her, not really knowing what to say.

“Are we going to talk to each other?” Myrna whispered, looking down. “I'm sorry I asked you if you said that to all the other women you meet.”

“It's okay, Myrna. It's okay. But as I said, I'm not that cruel. Women are clever enough to know it when I don't expect to see them again. I don't like making them believe otherwise.”

“So you were honest?”

“I still am” he smiled. She shyly took his hand and led him to the doorstep. She unlocked the door, and they both got in; Myrna switched on the light and they carefully climbed the wooden stairs. She slid her key in the keyhole and enabled them to get inside the flat.

Myrna's flat was nothing like fancy or anything of that kind: when you reached the top of the stairs, there was a simple door leading to a short corridor. Immediately on the right, there was a tiny kitchen with a table in the middle of it, without any chairs surrounding it. The fridge was decorated with two postcards from Ireland, which she had received from her mother since she moved there with her new husband. Next to the kitchen was a medium size living room, with an old couch facing a television; beside the couch stood a full bookshelf that had no more space for new books, which explained why so many books had been put on top of others or piled on each shelf, making it hard to read the other titles. In front of the living room was her small bedroom with her single bed against the wall, to which was nailed one of her aunt's paintings. On the side of the room was a door giving into a tiny yet handy bathroom.

Robert looked all around him and noticed the general lack of decoration; still he felt like this place was comfortable. However, he felt bad for being there: he was wealthy and could afford anything he wanted, just by snapping his fingers, and Myrna seemed to struggle for a living – which actually was the case. He buried his hands in his back pockets and leant on the doorframe of the kitchen, where she disappeared a few seconds before.

Myrna put down her handbag on the kitchen table and opened a cabinet behind her. She grabbed a teabox and turned to Robert with a broad smile.

“Would you like a cup of tea, or something?”

“Sure. Thank you. Can I help you?”

“No, no, it's okay, don't worry” she smiled. “Make yourself at home, Robert. You can sit in the living room. Would you like anything to eat? I have biscuits, chocolate, fudges...”

“No, thank you, love. Are you sure I can't help with anything?”

“Completely sure” she grinned. “Go to the living room. You can remove your jacket if you want to. Unless you're not staying for long? I'm sorry I didn't ask you.”

“I have a few days off between two dates. The next concert is in four days.”

“Oh, I see” she nodded.

Robert smiled lopsidedly and entered the kitchen, taking his hands out of his pockets. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, while tenderly kissing her beautiful red curls. He felt her stiffening a little, and immediately let go of her.

“Sorry” he whispered “I didn't mean to offend you.”

“You didn't, it's just that I'm a bit surprised. Nothing more.”

“Tell me the truth: you don't like me being here, do you?”

Myrna cocked her eyebrows and turned to him.

“Why would I? I have nothing to hide, and if I did I wouldn't have brought you here, don't you think?”

“Perhaps.”

“Relax, Robert. You have nothing to worry about.”

He smiled and pecked her on the forehead, before helping her prepare the tea, despite her protestations. They filled their cups and took them to the living room, where they sat on the couch. She snuggled against him, and he welcomed her by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He sipped at his tea and cleared his throat.

“Tell me a bit about yourself. You're still a mystery for me, dear Myrna.”

“What do you want to know about me? I swear I'm not interesting.”

“I don't know, basic stuff like your family name, your age, where you're from, what you like doing in your spare time” he started before noticing the bookshelf “or what you like reading.”

“Well” she said, sitting up a little since the position she was in hurt her back, “my name is Myrna Fawkes, I'm 25, I was born in Canterbury. Uh... I like reading, as you can see, I like going out for a walk in the evening, just to see the city shining bright, I like... music, obviously, I don't know why I didn't mention it in a first place. And I love crying over concerts I can't attend because I can't afford them” she added in a chuckle.

“You can't afford concert tickets?”

“No. I'm not paid much, and I use the biggest part of this money to pay the rent. What's left's for food and all.”

“I see” he sighed, taking a gulp of tea. “I want to take you to your favourite concerts, Myrna.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I'm serious. I find it sad to see somebody who's fond of music and who can't even go to concerts to be a part of this massive crowd that spreads so much energy, positivity and love. At least that's what I've felt at every concert I've played so far. You need to feel that, it's like a second birth. Nothing's more beautiful than that, except love, maybe.”

She smiled at him and shyly ran a hand through his majestic golden curls she saw on picture everywhere – this time, they were real, and she could feel them tickling her fingertips and stroking the back of her hand. His thin lips smirked and he tenderly took her hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.

“I don't want you to waste your money for me” she said in hushed tones.

“I have plenty, and if I can make somebody happy with it, then I'll spend it right.”

“Thank you, Robert, but I can't accept such a thing.”

He sighed and kissed her cheeks, staring at her for a few seconds. His eyes were sparkling with a certain intensity she had never seen in somebody's eyes before. She could not tell what it was, and putting it into words seemed completely impossible.

Robert coughed and stroked her hair very carefully, trying not to yank some strands, knowing how much it could be painful when it happened.

“Tell me other things about yourself” he mouthed, smiling. “About your childhood, anything. I just want you to feel comfortable and see me as a good friend. You can say everything to me. I know we've known each other only for a few hours, but I feel close to you.”

“Oh, well, thanks” she blushed. “Once again, I don't know what you'd like to learn.”

“Do your parents still live in Canterbury?”

“Oh, no. My mother left Canterbury for Ireland last year, and she moved with her new husband.”

“And your father?”

“I lost him when I was seven in a car crash” she muttered, looking down.

“Oh, Myrna, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that...”

“You couldn't, Robert” she smiled. “I was in the car with him and my little brother, Danny. We were on our way to see my mother and my aunt at their painting exhibition. My father... he lost the control of the car, I don't really know what happened, to be honest. We hit another car that was coming in front of us, and... Danny had not properly done his safety belt, so he... he left the seat and flew through the windscreen. As for my dad, the steering wheel broke his ribs and it stabbed his lungs. The passengers of the other car had absolutely nothing. They helped me get out of the vehicle, and I realised that between us three, I was the only one who survived.”

Robert covered his mouth with a slightly trembling hand. He was staring at her in shock, his blue eyes shining lightly. Myrna's eyes were looking deep in her almost empty cup. She sniffed, though she did not feel like crying at all.

“I lost my father and my little brother that morning. My mother did not know about that until the day after, when two paramedics took me to her hotel, as I had the address with me. They brought me to the hospital to see if I was alright, and as I was, they took me to my mum” she sniffed again. “I can still see the look upon her face when she knew. Since then, we've always been close, and she can't stop calling me her miracle. I'm not a miracle.”

“But it's a miracle that you survived.”

“Yeah, everybody tells me that. If I had told Danny to put on his belt like I did for my father, perhaps we would have been two survivors. He would have been standing beside me, instead of being stuck in the shattered windscreen, with his blood dripping on the glass.”

She coughed and put down her cup, pushing it away with her foot. She snuggled against Robert and kissed his neck.

“I'm sorry, I don't know why I told you all that.”

“It's alright. And... You haven't been injured at all?”

“I have, but it was not serious” she shrugged, before pulling her t-shirt sleeve, so it would show her shoulder and the top of her arm. A long, thick white scar was crossing her left shoulder, from her collar bone. Robert's fingertips followed the line and stroked it.

“I'm... I'm so sorry it happened to you.”

“Don't apologise, Robert. You have no reason to do so.”

He nodded, making his curls bounce on his shoulders. He put down his cup after drinking the last gulps and pushed it aside a little, just like Myrna did. Then, his thin lips landed on her scar, giving it a sweet kiss that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped and turned her head a little, her chin feeling his blond hair.

Robert's mouth went up to her neck, kissing and biting it softly. She sighed in pleasure and rested a hand on his knee, moving upward to his thigh, rubbing it. They both laid on the couch, with Robert on top of her; their lips met, and their hands carefully explored each other's bodies as if they were the most precious jewels on earth. They were both panting, and their breath gracefully blew on the other's cheek.

Myrna started to unbutton Robert's fancy shirt, stroking his dazzling chest, her fingertips softly brushing his silky chest hair. She made his shirt slip along his arms, and Robert threw it on the carpet. They both removed her t-shirt, and his hands almost immediately slipped on her sweet pale skin. Myrna sat up a little and grabbed his hand, before running up to her bedroom; she only had a single bed, but oops, it will force them to get closer.

She kicked her bedroom door open and dragged Robert to her bed, impatiently pulling her sheets. Before they lay under them, Robert wrapped an arm around her hips, stroking her spine, and rested his other hand on her cheek, as their lips met once again. Myrna parted hers and let Robert explore her mouth with his warm tongue, while she undid his belt and unbuttoned his flare jeans. He removed hers, and they kept going until both of them were completely naked.

They sneaked under the sheets, and Myrna lay on top of Robert, gently rubbing his crotch. He moaned into the kiss they were sharing, and his fingers got buried in her curly red hair. With an evil smirk, she started to kiss his chest, lowering to his stomach, until her lips found his prominent erection. The tip of her tongue wandered on its top, making Robert gasp and moan – but obviously it was nothing compared to what she did next.

Myrna unexpectedly started to blow him deeply, making him gasp even louder. His fingers clutched the sheets, as he tilted his head backwards and heaved long sighs. She started to tease him a bit more, and she felt his legs bouncing uncontrollably. He opened his mouth and started to moan quite loud, and she thought to herself “Wow, his noises are not only for the songs!”

Just in time before Robert came, Myrna stopped and got back to his lips. He was panting, and his fingers were trembling. He made her lie on her back, and got on top of her, his hard touching her stomach.

“It's my turn to play with you now” he susurrated seductively.

His lips uncovered his teeth as he smiled evilly, disappearing under the covers. His blond curls lingered a bit on her stomach, as Robert's mouth teased her belly button with strokes. Then, she felt his hair tickling her thighs, and through the blanket, she could distinguish his hand brushing it off his head, as he plunged it between her legs. She bit her lip and rested a hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath. Robert's tongue skilfully wandered around and on her pearl, making her moan and pant. He entered her with a finger, keeping on eating her out; she grabbed the sides of her pillow and buried her face in one of them, biting the fabric.

Robert added a finger and uncovered his head, so he could admire her while pleasing her. She grabbed his hand, which he rested just above the door of her feminity, and pulled him. He got rid of the covers, wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand and kissed her passionately.

“Robert, please” she breathed between two kisses “now. Come right now.”

“Anything you wish, milady.”

With a broad smirk, he carefully entered her, as her breath became hitched. Once he was fully in, he confined her in his arms and started to thrust in her, his lips wandering down her neck. Her hands clutched a lock of his wild golden mane, yanking it. A high-pitched noise escaped from his mouth, proof that he enjoyed that.

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After half an hour of intense and passionate lovemaking, Myrna collapsed on Robert's chest, stroking his hair at the same time, trying to catch her breath. Their bodies were wet with sweat, and they were recovering from their countless sways. Both of their backs were covered with long, red scratches. For them, it was impossible to deny: they had the time of their lives.

Myrna could hear Robert's heart racing, and felt his stomach moving up and down under her in a hurried way.

“You pant, Plant” she smirked, making him chuckle.

“Ah, lovely Myrna” he muttered “I think I'm going to fall in love with you.”

“What?”

“You are so great, so kind and so gentle. And you make love divinely.”

“Wow” she cocked her eyebrows “so efficient.”

“Sarcastic beauty” he laughed, poking the tip of her nose. “Do you want me to leave so you can rest?”

“You can stay for the night.”

Robert's dep blue eyes scanned her whole face with a broad grin. He nodded and encircled her with his strong and warm arms.He rested his chin on the top of her head.

“I'm staying, then.”

Myrna grinned and reached out a hand behind her to grab the covers, which she pulled so it would warm them both. She snuggled comfortably against his chest, her forehead pressed against the side of his neck, and her nose tickling the front. They slowly drifted off to sleep without pulling away one single time.

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The young woman yawned, as her eyelids blinked slowly. Daylight was shining through the window, bringing a very pleasant light to the entire room. The first thing she saw was the wall she was facing, as she was lying on her side. She coughed and looked all around her. She had no troubles in remembering perfectly what happened the night before, though she took some time to think about it again, since she was still a bit drowsy.

Her green eyes scanned the room. Robert was gone.

Obviously. How could she have even imagined that she would be an exception amongst all the chicks he shagged everyday? How could she even believe a little what he had said to her after their sexual relation? She wanted to punch herself right in the face for being so stupid. She got up and wandered in her flat, hoping that he just got out of the bedroom. But no, he was nowhere to be seen: the toilet door was wide open and the room was empty, same for the kitchen and the living room. She did not even bother to look out the window to check for the car.

Myrna sighed and quickly took a shower, without washing her hair. She quickly put on clean clothes and started to make her way to the kitchen to have breakfast, for it only was ten o'clock. When she opened the fridge, she heard the doorbell. She frowned and grumbled: she hoped it would not be Richard trying to hit on her again, it would not be the first time he would do that. As she was in a killing mood, he could be sure that he would not make it out in one piece.

The doorbell rang once again, and Myrna sighed loudly. She grabbed her keys on the table and abruptly opened the door leading to the stairs, which she ran down with heavy steps. She slid the key in the keyhole and unlocked the front door, opening it widely.

Her eyes widened. Before her stood a tall man, wearing a fancy shirt, flare jeans, with messy blond curls and deep blue eyes. Robert... was back?

Robert blushed and smiled lopsidedly, showing a paper bag with the logo of the biggest baker in the district. Myrna blinked, speechless.

“Sorry, I had to ring” he whispered. “I wanted to make you a surprise and bring you pastries for breakfast, but your neighbour was gone, and I noticed that I accidentally locked myself outside.”