IRIS
I met Ronan at the back door of the cottage having sent him a follow up text not to use the front door. He was leaning against the wall when I opened the door with his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Come in," I whispered, pulling him inside. "Quickly. Phoebe is not yet asleep and I don't want her to…"
"To what?" He asked his voice amused. "To know I'm here. So I'm your dirty little secret?" He said in mock disappointment.
"She is very nosy." I replied and he just hummed
I led him through the corridor and into my bedroom and then closed the door behind us. The twins' room was on the other side of the cottage, far enough that they wouldn't hear.
"The faucet," I said, pointing toward the bathroom. "It's dripping."
"I see that." He said smiling.
