IRIS

She pulls away from our previous position and walks over to the bed. An invitation and I swallowed.

"Come here,” she whispers.

My gaze flicks up, unsure but hopeful. I crawl cross the bed, slow, almost hesitant, like I might change my mind. As if I would ever, when she was inviting me. Initiating this.

The mattress dips under my weight. She’s close enough for her breath to touch my throat. I take her hand gently and press it to my chest, right over the frantic beat she caused.

“Loving you is the best thing that's ever happened to me,” I murmur. “I don't want to lose that.”

“You...