IRIS
It began with the flowers. Ian brought me some white peonies and told me it was to cheer me up because I had been looking tired lately. He had no idea I had been fighting nausea for the past few days and a ghost bond that visited occasionally, which would end up with me spending the night looking at Ronan’s picture.
That is either very sweet or very calculated, Zorya said the minute we had set the vase down.
"Why can't it be both?" I whispered loud enough for Ian to hear me.
"Pardon?" Ian asked and I waived him off.
"Nothing. Thank you. They are beautiful,” I replied, and he smiled, and it reached his eyes. "So are you." I just hummed, not acknowledging the compliment. I still felt awkward about it.
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What followed was he started walking me home. It started in the most nat
