I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Robby couldn't fathom the growing feelings burning a scorching hole in the pit of his stomach, piercing green hues lingering on Layla Silver's tantalizingly hypnotic figure. Face hardened with determination, body toned and flexible as toned arms stretched above her head, the collar of her gi dipping low to taunt him with the smallest hint of cleavage as practice droned on. 

The constant frown marred his features yet again, brows knitted together in contemplation as porcelain veneers dug into the side of his cheek to tinge his tongue with the faintest hint of copper. It hadn't been long since the two became friends yet the vibrancy of new blossoming feelings made him worry about ruining their relationship. Robby wasn't one for tight knit friendships, and those he had were toxic and damming to his mental status. 

A sharp jab to his ribs knocked him from his reverie, the tiniest grunt fell from his lips as almond hues blinked away the haze to lock into Layla's frowning features. Hands on her cocked hip with a raised brow and flaxen tendrils stuck to her sleek skin which fell from her high ponytail. 

"You look even more miserable than usual," Layla starts, the faintest hint of teasing on her tongue as the corner of her mouth twitched up, something she did often when taking to him, he noticed. "What's up? It's no fun to kick your ass when you're distracted."

Robby let out a scoff, rolling his shoulder as his gaze flickered down to the corner of the mat as the faintest hint of a flush lapping at the apples of his cheeks. "I'm not distracted." He all but muttered out, turning his attention back to her with a small smirk on his lips. 

Layla let out a chortle, returning the smirk as she closed the distance between their bodies making Robby inhale a shaky breath. The close proximity allowed him to smell the faint scent of coffee and cinnamon on her skin, eliciting a shiver across his tanned skin. 

"No witty retort about how I've never beaten you?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side as her eyes fluttered in confusion. "Color me surprised. Are you sure you're not sick?" She questioned, placing the palm of her hand against his forehead. 

Robby's hand snatched her by the wrist in a millisecond, yanking her flush against his body as his free arm wrapped around her waist and lips melded together in a slow yet passionate kiss. She was pliant against him, taken aback by his actions before melting into his embrace, arms winding around his broad shoulders as fingers carded through the thick chestnut locks, tongues winding in a heated battle which drew moans from the back of Layla's throat.

Feeling the need to breathe, Robby broke the kiss, loosening his grip around her but keeping her close as a grunt fell from his bruise kissed lips, forehead pressing to hers. "I can't believe I did that." He all but whispers, the baritone tone barely above a decibel, eyes vulnerable with emotions swelling inside it.

"Don't apologize." Layla interrupted, index finger pressed against his lips as a smile graced her lips. "I want this, too."