IRIS
I haven't stopped thinking about that night. The way Darian's hands moved over me, attentive and deliberate, as if I were something precious.
The way he listened, not just to my words but to the subtle cues of my body. It was more than passion; it was connection.
And I hadn't realized how loud we'd been until this morning when Daisy couldn't stop teasing me, mimicking the sounds I apparently made.
A smile creeps onto my face at the memory, unbidden and warm.
"Earth to Iris," Daisy's voice cuts through my reverie.
I blink, returning to the present. We're in the garden, sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pages of the book resting on my lap.
"Sorry," I say, adjusting my position on the bench.
Daisy grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Daydr
