The door creaked open as you stepped into the bedroom, tossing your keys onto the nearby dresser.

“Babe, I’m ho—”

Your voice caught mid-sentence.

Robin stood near the edge of the bed, her back halfway turned to you, arms stretched behind her as she pulled her dark blue shirt over her head. It slid off slowly, the fabric catching on her bust before finally slipping free and dropping to the floor.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t rush to cover herself. In fact, she looked over her shoulder with that calm, knowing smile she wore far too well. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, and her ample chest—completely bare now—rose and fell softly with her breath.

Her jeans were still on, hugging her hips like they were made for her. But your attention wasn’t getting past what was right there in front of you.

She gave you a once-over, then chuckled lightly. “Oh? What’s that look for?” she said, tilting her head. “Don’t tell me you forgot how I undress around here.”

You blinked, struggling to speak as she stepped toward you with a sway in her hips. She reached up and casually cupped her chest, lifting it with both hands before giving a soft, playful bounce.

“Your favorite pillows are out,” she teased with a wink. “Wanna lay down before dinner, or are you just gonna stare?”