THE DARK MIND TEMPLE
“I can’t breathe…” I grumbled as I opened my eyes to a nest of hair on my face. Iris jumped and yelled much louder than I would have liked.
“He’s awake!” She lunged into the bed once more, hugging me tightly.
“Still can’t breathe…” I muttered, but her enthusiasm did not relent.
“You can breathe later,” she said as she repeatedly kissed my cheeks over and over. If I had to choose between kisses and breathing, the choice was obvious. But even as she kissed me, my stomach turned. Even in this moment with the girl of my dreams, all I could think about was Pathfinder and our would-be affair. It sickened me to the core, how I was treating Iris, but even so I tried to either justify my actions or not think of them at all. That became much harder with Iris’s kisses as they
