IRIS
I sat at the table, nursing my coffee, watching Ronan move around the kitchen. We had patched things up last night and I had gone to my room, which had been a bit harder than I had expected. My cheeks still warmed when I remembered both of us fighting to pull away from each other.
Lily was still asleep, the house was peaceful and I knew that was the perfect time to ask about something that had been on my mind.
"About the memorial," I said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Is there anything I can do to help? Set up, organize, whatever you need." Ronan's hand stilled just for a moment, but I caught it. He had been doing that a lot lately. Those small pauses where I could see him weighing his words before he spoke.
"I actually thought..." He turned, and there was something in his e
