Chapitre 71: Panic

But even as the thought makes her despair, a small part of her can't help but wonder what it would have been like if she had remembered.

What would it have felt like to have Ramsey's lips on hers, to feel the warmth of his embrace?

Wait a minute.... What was she thinking 

Robin shakes her head, banishing the thought. "No, no, no," she mutters. "I can't be thinking like that. This is Ramsey. I just can't."

And yet, as she says the words, she can't help but feel a twinge of doubt. The thought of Ramsey seeing her like this, flustered and embarrassed, only makes her heart pound harder.

Robin squeezes her eyes shut, trying to will away the image of Ramsey's face, but it's no use. The image was as if stuck in her head. 

She couldn't stop thinking about the way he looked at her, the vulnerability in his actions, the way his eyes had nearly glowed.

She squeezes her eyes shut, willing the memory to fade, but it stubbornly stays.