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look cute and rather Charlie Brownish, but Robin is smiling, so that makes it worth it. “And moved it in front of the window.”
    “Yeah. So now it’s part of the cityscape, just like everyone else’s decorations.” He motions toward the window. Robin’s wearing some sort of night pants and a loose shirt. They look more like something out of Arabian Nights than anything else, but I can’t take my eyes off him.
    “Where did you find the lights?” I ask, sure I didn’t have any.
    “They were in my case. I was taking them in to work tomorrow so I could decorate my bleak little cubicle. But I figured you need them more. I cut some snowflakes and used them for decorations.”
    I shake my head slightly, staring at the makeshift Christmas tree. It sparkles, and the bits of paper shine with holiday cheer that seems out of place with my apartment, and even with me. But with Robin standing near it, the tree is perfect. It’s a reflection of him and the undimmable holiday spirit that seems to radiate from inside him. “How can you do this? After all you’ve been through, how can you be so cheerful? Someone wants you dead and is willing to pay to make it happen.” This situation is becoming more and more surreal by the second.
    “First thing, you can let your past and the bad things that happened to you define your life. Or, like me, you can look at the good things that happened and relish those. I was given a family that loves me, and I’m thankful for them every day. Yeah, I could focus on the fact that my sister was born sick and died, but we had her for two very happy years.” Robin steps closer, his eyes sparkling in the reflected glow of the tree with its twinkle lights. “I could concentrate on the fact that someone wants me dead, or be glad that the man who was supposed to do it had an attack of conscience and asked why.”
    “Your favorite question,” I retort without taking my gaze from his. Electricity arcs between us, and I take a deep breath and hold it, licking my lips in anticipation of a kiss I’m sure isn’t going to happen. His pink tongue makes an appearance, sliding along his upper lip with its adorable little cleft that I want to suck on so bad it makes my head spin. “What I don’t understand is how you can accept all of this so easily. Most people would be shaking with fear or yelling about how unfair it was.”
    “I’ve seen unfair plenty of times, and I believe the world sorts things out in its own time, and that fate has a sense of justice. Why else would she have sent you as the assassin, the only one who was willing to question what he was seeing?” Robin steps closer to me.
    “Robin.” My voice is rough and deep, my throat desert dry. This is a bad idea , my head screams, while my body grows hotter and more anxious by the seconds. I’m a guy who likes to be in control, but everything feels completely out of my control right now. Robin stretches, and I know the little minx is trying to wind me up as a strip of skin—warm, tanned, and luscious—opens up just above the top of his ballooning night pants. Hell, I can see he’s as excited as I am, and he’s not afraid to show it. Over the years I’ve had plenty of experience with sex, but I’ve never felt this level of mind-numbing, world-narrowing excitement. My breath hitches, and it takes me a second to realize it’s because my cock is throbbing in my pants so much that I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself, and I haven’t done that since I was a teenager trying to hide nocturnal emissions from the nuns.
    “I think it’s an amazing idea,” Robin purrs softly. “I think you’re the sexiest man I have ever met in my life. If you fix this… thing with my boss, then I suspect I will never see you again. So in my mind, I would be a fool not to sample the buffet of intensity that you radiate in every direction.”
    “The what?” I glare at him.
    Robin shudders. “That… right there. Your gaze could burn a hole in