IRIS
“Please.” The word lingered between us, and for a second, I just stared at Ronan.
I could not believe I was out here, on a blanket under the stars, with my childhood crush who had somehow become my mate… and he was asking to come back home with him. Not to just stay the night but to move back in.
When I was younger, even in my wildest, most ridiculous fantasies, I had never let myself imagine this version of us. Not like this. Not where he looked at me like I was something he was afraid to lose.
My gaze dropped to his shoulders. They were tense, tight, like he was bracing for rejection even as he tried to hide it. His jaw flexed slightly, and I knew he was trying to act calm, but he wasn’t. Going back to my parents’ house had shown me something I hadn’t wanted to admit. The past
