IRIS

Darian’s forehead rests against mine for a moment longer, the warmth of his breath brushing my lips, the faint smile still lingering there like he’s trying to memorize me in this dress and my heart is beating hard enough to shake my ribs.

Then he pulls back just enough to look at me fully.

“I want to take you out,” he murmurs.

I blink. “Out… where?”

He lifts my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “On a date.”

My mouth falls open. “A… date?”

“Mhm.” He smiles softly, amused at my shock. “A proper one. Shopping. And then dinner. Anything you want.”

My brain...