Victor’s POV
My forehead rested against hers and our breaths mixed in the quiet dark of the room, warm and damp and tangled together like we had been breathing the same air for hours. I thought that was the end of it. The drug would let her rest now. She would sleep and tomorrow we would talk and I would figure out how to make her understand what this meant between us.
But Iris was nowhere near finished.
Her eyes fluttered open again, and that glassy hunger was still there, brighter than before, almost feverish in its intensity. She lifted one hand and traced my jaw with trembling fingers, her touch featherlight, her fingertips mapping the lines of my face like she was trying to memorize me for a time when she might not have me this close.
Then she pulled my mouth down to hers with a
