บททั้งหมดของ HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Robin's POV" We met three days later at a quiet diner on the outskirts of town. Not a hotel room this time. Somewhere public but anonymous. Somewhere we could actually talk without the weight of a bed between us making everything more complicated. Christopher slid into the booth across from me, looking tired but determined. I ordered coffee, he said without preamble. I've been up since four going through documents with my grandmother. Good. That's progress. The waitress brought our drinks and took our order. When she left, Christopher leaned forward. “I meant every word. Give me one month. I’ll figure it out.” I know. I wrapped my hands around the warm mug. But we need to talk about how we do this. Do what? This. Us. How we navigate the next month without destroying each other in the process. He nodded slowly. Okay. What do you need? I'd been thinking about this for days. About what boundaries we needed to survive the next thirty days with our sanity intact. First, I said

"Robin's POV"The first gift arrived on a Thursday morning.I was getting ready for a job when my doorbell rang. A delivery guy stood there with a massive box, looking bored.Robin Maximus?That's me.Sign here.I signed and dragged the box inside, confused. I hadn't ordered anything.When I opened it, I found a high-end tool set. Professional grade. The kind contractors dreamed about but rarely bought because of the price tag.There was a card tucked inside."For someone who deserves the best tools for the best work. - C"I stared at the card for a long moment, something warm and uncomfortable twisting in my chest.This was too much, I called him immediately. Christopher, what the hell?Good morning to you too. I could hear the smile in his voice. Did you get the package?You can't just send me thousand-dollar tool sets.Why not?“Because it’s too much.”“You needed them. The ones you have are worn out.”That's not the point—What is the point, Robin? He sounded genuinely confused. I

"Christopher's POV" Robin texted me on a Saturday morning with an address I didn't recognize. "Meet me here at noon. Wear something you don't mind getting dirty." I stared at the message, confused. We didn't have plans today. Sophie thought I was playing golf with colleagues, which gave me the afternoon free, but I'd assumed I'd spend it catching up on work. "What are we doing?" I typed back. "You'll see. Trust me." So I changed out of my golf clothes and into jeans and an old shirt, drove to the address he'd sent, and found myself in a neighborhood I'd never been to before. Small houses with chain link fences, kids playing basketball in driveways, music drifting from open windows. Robin's car was parked outside a tiny house with peeling paint and an overgrown yard. He was sitting on the front steps waiting for me. What is this place? I asked, getting out of my car. Client's house. He stood and gestured to the paint cans and brushes lined up next to him. She's elderly, can't a

"Christopher's POV"The cabin was two hours outside the city, hidden down a dirt road that barely showed up on GPS.I arrived first, unlocking the place with the code Robin had sent me. Inside smelled like pine and dust, the kind of place that got rented maybe twice a year. One bedroom, a bathroom that had seen better days, a kitchen with mismatched mugs hanging from hooks.Nothing like the polished spaces I usually occupied.I was unpacking groceries when I heard his car pull up. Through the window I watched Robin grab his duffel bag and a paper sack from his passenger seat, and something about seeing him here, at a place that was just ours for two days, made my throat tight.He walked in without knocking, dropping his stuff by the door and crossing straight to me.No hello. No small talk. Just his mouth on mine, kissing me like he'd been holding his breath all week and could finally exhale.Missed you, he said against my lips.It's been three days.Three days too long.We stood ther

"Christopher's POV"We were lying in bed at the cabin on a Friday night when Robin asked me the question.What do you want our life to look like? After all this is over?I turned my head to look at him. What do you mean?I mean when you're divorced and we don't have to hide anymore. What does that life look like to you?I thought about it, running my fingers through his hair. Quiet, I said. Normal. Waking up next to you every morning instead of stealing hours when I can.Where would we live?Wherever you want. My penthouse, your apartment, somewhere new. Doesn't matter as long as you're there.Robin shifted closer, his head on my chest. I think about it sometimes. What it would be like to just exist together without all the secrecy.Tell me. What do you imagine?Normal things. Grocery shopping together. Arguing about what to watch on TV. You getting annoyed because I leave paint supplies everywhere.We were quiet, both lost in the fantasy of a life we didn't have yet.I want to cook b