Iris's POV 

My stomach dropped straight through the ground. 

I froze under Rafael, every muscle locked tight. The grass suddenly felt colder against my back. My dress was still bunched around my waist, tits out, legs tangled with his. The beautiful little lake suddenly felt like a spotlight.

“Who do you think it is?” I whispered, barely moving my lips. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he breathed back, voice tight up. “Stay still, don't move.”

Footsteps slowly crunched through the underbrush, moving closer. Each snap of a twig made my skin crawl. I buried my face in the crook of Rafael’s neck, breathing in his scent...