IRIS
I saw as Ronan’s breath caught and he started to speak. "Iris.."
“You said you would share me,” I cut in softly. “You said you would rather lose me fairly than win by trapping me.” My voice wavered despite myself, and I hated that it did. Hated how much this mattered.
I reached for his hand before I could second-guess it, threading my fingers through his like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like I hadn’t spent the last two days wondering if I had imagined everything between us.
“But you didn’t lose anything, Ronan.” I swallowed, forcing the words out. “You didn’t lose me.”
His hand tensed in mine, like he didn’t quite believe what I was saying was real.
“I spent the last two days miserable,” I admitted, my voice quieter now. “I thought I had done something wrong.
