Page 43 of Far From Sherwood Forest

“Fine. Thanks for the bi-awakening, Henry.” I move around his cart and past him back down the aisle. “I guess I’ll find someone else to explore my newly discovered sexuality with.”

I don’t actually have plans of doing that. I think I’m just hoping to sting him the way he stung me.

I get to the end of the aisle when a heavy hand falls on the nape of my neck and squeezes hard. I nearly drop my basket asmy breathing picks up and Henry’s chest presses into my back, his heat seeping through the layers of our clothes.

He leans forward over my shoulder until his warm breath is at my ear. “Like fuck you will.”

A shiver passes through me from the deep growl of his voice, and it takes a burst of sheer will not to get hard in the middle of the grocery store aisle.

“You just said—”

“Fuck what I just said. Remember the other thing I told you instead and watch your back, little thief.”

Something scrapes at the shell of my ear, and I don’t realize it’s his teeth until he bites down. It’s quick but hard, causing me to gasp and my cock wanting to fill.

By the time my brain comes back online and I turn to look behind me, Henry’s walking away.

As I stand there attempting to catch my breath, I try to make sense of what just happened. Was it really that easy all along?

Is Henry a jealous asshole?

I can work with that.

On my way to the checkout, I pick up some condoms and lube.

Just in case.

After struggling for months over the winter to figure out what to do about Robin, I finally came to the decision to avoid him.

I still hate him. I can’t let go of that, of what he did to me. I acknowledge that the resentment is possibly an unnecessary heavy weight to carry, but it’s a less suffocating one than the truly heaviest weight I bear, the one that would bury me if I didn’t have another to focus on.

I already hated Robin for years in our past world, so hating him in this one is easier than anything else.

While hating him still comes easy, somewhere along the way I lost sight of the revenge I so desperately wanted. Between my unexpected attraction for him and that magical force that sent us here suddenly showing back up, I guess vengeance didn’t seem as important anymore.

I didn’t get as much as I thought I wanted, but it has to be enough.

Because I can’t be around him, trying to make myself feel better by hurting him, while fighting the urge to dootherthingsto him.

So avoiding him was the smartest choice.

And I was doing so well at it too.

Then he had to fucking go and put the image of him with someone else in my mind, and I fucking snapped. I tend to do that a lot when it comes to him.

Jealousy has always been a vice of mine. I was insanely jealous when Marian chose Robin, and I might still be a tiny bit bitter about that too. But I never in a thousand years thought I’d be jealous when it comestoRobin. However, just the thought of him with another man—withanyone, to be honest—had me seeing red, the edges of my vision blacking out.

Maybe it’s because he’s the first person I’ve wanted in that way in so long.

Or maybe it’s because I’ve felt a little less alone since finding him in this world—something I still hate to admit. Even though I’ve been the one avoiding him, the thought of someone else taking him away threatens to undo all the progress I’ve made.

Whatever it is, I’ll fucking give Robin what he wants. Only once. I’ll get him out of my system and not care when he does the same with me.

Except it’s already been a week since running into him in the store, and I haven’t seen him since.

What’s worse is I haven’t stoppedthinkingabout him either—not for the past several months, to be honest. I can’t stop thinking about his fucking mouth and how amazing it felt around my cock. He has a pretty mouth too. All full lips with deep, sharp corners. A warm, wet, smooth tongue…

Fuck.