~IRIS POV~
I looked around the quiet parking lot, which was enveloped in darkness except for the dim glow that came from the streetlights mounted in specific areas.
The air was cool and still, and the scent of freshly-cut grass mixed with the faint smell of gasoline from the parked cars.
My eyes wandered aimlessly until they settled on a black figure standing beside a Range Rover. When I looked more closely, I realized it was Damon.
I straightened my bent form, suddenly feeling a little more self-conscious about the dress. I rubbed my hands against my arms, trying to create some warmth for my suddenly cold body. The fabric of the dress felt soft against my skin, and I could feel the smooth texture of the silk under my fingertips. He started walking briskly towards me when he noticed me
