RONAN
Iris’s pheromones still clung to me like a second skin even after she had pulled back after the kiss. We were now sitting in the living room and she was still calming me. But Iris, as expected, wasn't satisfied with just that.
"Ronan." Her voice called after sometime, soft and insistent. "What happened? At the meeting. You said you would tell me later. It's later."
I looked at her and I was met with eyes that were searching my face, looking for answers I wasn't sure I knew how to give.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “This isn’t something you should have to worry about.”
“Ronan.” Her tone sharpened just enough to make my mouth twitch. She was not going to let go.
Tell her, Black urged. Mate wants to know. Mate wants to help.
I don't want to burden her. I replied.
She is asking
