Morning After
The morning after, neither spoke to each other. Amon ate his eggs in silence, while Robin absentmindedly stirred berries into her oatmeal. She kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye.
He was wearing a shirt very similar to yesterday's…Her cheeks flushed lightly as she remembered how smooth the fabric had been. Her fingers itched to touch this shirt, to see if it felt the same…to feel his chest rise and fall beneath her hand...She bowed her head over her oatmeal and began to eat, faster than usual, so that she could leave. It was uncomfortable, more so than usual, to be around him now.
When Robin's head went down, Amon's head went up, slightly. He surveyed the girl across from him, noting the faint blush still evident on her cheeks and her quick pace.
"Robin. Slow down. I would rather avoid being forced to resuscitate you after you've choked on oatmeal."
She startled a bit, though Amon noticed it was no longer quite the reaction he used to get whenever he broke a silence between them. She briefly met his gaze, then returned to her food. He noted that she had listened.
Robin relaxed slightly as the meal continued. Amon had noticed nothing last night. She was sure that if he had…well, she wasn't certain what his reaction would be, but he hadn't sounded any different. She managed to meet his gaze again when she stood to clear away her dishes. But she looked away immediately afterward, still finding it difficult, somehow, to meet his gaze head on now. Even if he didn't know...
Because she had turned…Robin didn't notice as Amon's fingers twitched when she absentmindedly tucked a stray piece of hair back once the dishes were in the sink. Or that he smiled slightly to himself as the girl left the room, as a fleeting memory of hair tickling his chin crossed his mind…