"Just you," he had said. Was she reading too much into that? She didn't think so. While she put on lotion, she thought about the way he'd been looking at her lately. He'd stopped trying to disguise what he meant when he talked about his feelings toward her. There were more hints of the future, and his eyes had been filled with more open emotion recently. In a lot of ways, this man had the patience of a saint. They've been dancing around each other for almost 2 years now. They have had their ups and downs, but they've always been drawn back to each other. Never more so than in the past few months.

Robyn pulled on black sweatpants and a purple t-shirt with a white skull before pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. Purple sneakers and silver hoop earrings topped off the look as she grabbed her favorite leather jacket from the closet. She considered makeup for about half a second before immediately disregarding the idea. The idea of looking perfect and put together sounded exhausting right now. A spritz of her favorite perfume and she was ready to go.

Walking down the stairs she pulled on her jacket. Since both Aunt Vi and Dee were in bed, she left a note in the kitchen about where she was going. After everything that had happened recently, she didn't want them to worry if they woke up in a couple of hours and found her gone. If she was back before anyone woke up, she could recover her note like she never left. Robyn grabbed her keys and closed and locked the door behind her. Climbing into her car, she started the drive to Dante's house.

She cleared her sore throat as she flipped the radio station to jazz. The drive wasn't far, but she needed to calm her mind. She was finally ready to move forward with Marcus, but she didn't want to move too fast and risk messing things up. It's not like she has the best record with romantic relationships. This one is the first one in a long time that mattered to her so she had to do it right. She started to sing quietly to the song on the radio as she pulled out of her parking spot.

When the doorbell rang, Dante opened the door to let Robyn in. Even tired, battered, and most likely bruised Robyn was breathtaking. He gave her a half smile as she walked past him into the house. The scent of her perfume lingered as he closed the door. It was intoxicating and distinctly her. Warm, spicy, and bold, yet still feminine. It was a scent he didn't think he could ever get tired of. After a moment, he turned around to see her sitting on the couch watching him. Her coat was now draped over the back of the couch.

"You okay?" She asked.

"I am." He answered as he walked over to pick up her coat. Turning to hang it up, he got another wave of her scent. After placing it on a hook, he walked back and joined her on the couch.

"Where was your mind right there?" She wondered. She couldn't seem to stop looking at him. He was dressed simply in a wife beater and gray sweatpants, but that man could wear sweats. What was it about a man in gray sweats? She might be biased, but she was okay with that. She'd enjoy the view anyway.

He paused before answering. "I was just thinking that your perfume fits you perfectly and you smell delicious."

"Delicious?" She asked, tilting her head.

He nodded and held her gaze.

"Oh thank god." She said with a sexy grin. "I was just thinking the same thing about you and your cologne." She teased.

Dante laughed and leaned back against the couch next to her. Their shoulders were touching and neither of them bothered to move. "Any suggestions on what to watch?"

Robyn shrugged. "I'm game for whatever." She volunteered, leaning her head back against the couch.

"Well, that was helpful." He teased. He flipped through movie options for a few minutes then turned the TV to a jazz music station and stood up. "I'll let you think about it while I go make some coffee. Would you like some?"

She shook her head. "Just water please."

"Yes, my liege." He said bowing before he walked away. She laughed as he left the room. He hoped she picked a comedy. Her laugh had grown to become one of his favorite sounds. He added water and grounds to the coffee maker and leaned against the counter to wait for it to brew. He was glad he'd invited her over. After everything they'd been through recently, he didn't realize how much he had wanted to be in her presence right now. When the coffee finished its drip, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and set it on the counter. He filled his mug, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, and carrying both drinks, went back to the living room.

He walked into the room to see Robyn across the room looking at his wall of family pictures. He put the drinks on the table and went to stand close behind her. He watched her study each picture for a few moments, answering questions when she inquired about the identity of someone. Music floated out of the speakers as she turned to face him.

"Are the boys asleep?" She asked.

"I would assume so." He replied. "I can't be sure though. They're with their mom this week." He grinned at her and pulled her into his arms while she laughed.

"You know Stefon firmly believes he's the favorite and it makes me laugh every time he brings it up." She laughed. "Are you telling me we're unchaperoned right now?"

Their eyes slowly connected as they began to unconsciously dance to the music surrounding them. Robyn's hands slowly slid up his chest until they were clasped loosely behind his neck. He tightened his arms around her waist and drew her closer to him. As they moved to the song his hands gently massaged her lower back. She growled softly and laid her forehead against his chest.

"You okay?" He asked softly, wanting to make sure he hadn't upset her.

"Yeah," She mumbled. "You just found a sore muscle spot." He was right in the spot that had been slammed into the car earlier. She felt his hands slow and move away and she lifted her forehead and looked up at him. "I didn't say you needed to stop." She locked eyes with him and smiled. Her eyes lowered to his lips for a moment before moving back to meet his gaze.

He looked down at her and moved his hands back to continue his massage. After another moment, she lowered her head again and placed her cheek against his chest. They danced a while longer and he couldn't stop focusing on the way her curves fit against him so perfectly. He would take any excuse he could to touch her. He loved the way her thickness filled out both her clothes and his hands. She always looked amazing, but the more he got to see her shapely figure, the happier he was. She was currently humming softly as they continued to sway. He was fairly certain he had just found a new favorite hobby.