Iris came to a stop in the dimly lit hallway, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Devin leaning against the wall, looking as if he’d been waiting for her. His casual stance belied an intent that made her stomach twist in knots.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, keeping her tone guarded.
Devin shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. “What does it look like? I’m waiting for you.”
“Why?”
“If you have to ask, then maybe you don’t need to know.” He replied, his words lingering with a playfulness that only irritated her further.
Iris scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I just want to get some water.”
“Me too. Let’s go.”
He didn’t wait for her response, instead turning and heading toward the kitchen. Iris sighed but followed, unable to shake the strange mixture of irritation and intrigue that his
