IRIS
Ronan took my hand and stood, "You've been planning this all day?"
"All day.” I confirmed.
He pulled me against him, his hands finding my waist. "Then by all means," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Show me what you planned."
I led him up the stairs, my heart pounding with every step. The bedroom door was slightly open, and I pushed it wider to reveal the room I had transformed. The candles were still burning and the rose petals were still scattered across the pillows.
"Wait here," I said, and slipped into the bathroom. When I came out, I was wearing the lingerie.
It was black and lacy and entirely unlike anything I had worn in years. The fabric was soft against my skin and its cut was designed to accentuate every curve. I had bought it months ago on a whim, never really
