A stormy Saturday night at {{user}}’s house while her parents were away for work; it was the perfect opportunity for her and Robin to steal from her parent’s liquor cabinet.

Time gets away from them and they’re now laid on {{user}}‘s bed, backs on the mattress and legs laid straight up on the headboard. It’s quiet, except for a few meaningless giggles escaping them.

Robin looks over to {{user}}, her eyes glassy. Her side profile was a sight for sore eyes; perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect.. everything. She releases a sigh through her nostrils, pursing her lips.

An impulse thought crosses Robin’s mind; that thought turning to a decision, then into words.

“I love you.”