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, t**s 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 like it could hide me. The red dress felt like a damn flag now. What the hell had I been thinking wearing it?
The footsteps stopped not to far away.
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