Chapter 38: Iris: Falling hard
THE MONT I close the door with a bang, I can’t stop myself from wailing. The floodgates guarding my tears open, and so do the snort gates.
I’m annoyed, frustrated, and angry, wiping my tears with so much vigor—if I put as much effort when exfoliating my skin, I’m sure it’d be supple and super light. Turning by the veranda’s corner, I head towards the small gate.
The sound of the door opening and closing cos from behind
and I increase my pace. It can only be Jerald trying to apologize for what he just said. To sum it all up, he called
a traumatized, stubborn, and dense idiot who’s always looking for a chance to be flipped about in bed by his friend. He also added that it was because my parents abandoned
when I was a kid.
I hate how most of it was the truth. After all, he said it. Truth hurts. But I never expected him of all people to lash out at
and say all that depressing gut-wrenching shit. Especially when he called
a sperm dish. That was the hardest blow among all of them.
"Iris," Lucas calls out in that deep voice, making
freeze from opening the gate. Rubbing my tears off quickly, I stop opening the gate, not bothering with turning to face his direction and letting him co to .
His footsteps echo on the slab, taking large strides until he’s behind . I feel his heavy breath on my skin as he hugs
from behind, leaning in and letting his body rest on my back.
Closing my eyes and inhaling his ocean scent, I let him soothe , his large body seemingly becoming a shield I didn’t know I needed for the first ti since knowing him.
I don’t want him asking
to forgive his friend, or asking
to chill down so we can talk this through like adults. Jerald crossed a line I never thought he would, and even though I’m partly at fault for dating his friend with all the warnings he gave —who I date is my decision and his viewpoints have nothing to do with that.
"Is your wound hurting?"
"No." But my heart is.
Thankfully, Lucas doesn’t give
the "act like an adult" shit. Instead, he leans in till his mouth is on my ear, voice rumbling when he growls in my ear: "Want
to go back and punch the fuck out of his shitty gut?"
Letting out a light chuckle, I let him flip
around, tipping my chin till I’m facing him. He brushes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, stroking it so lightly you’d think it were precious skin to him.
His face drops when he strokes my eyes, the tears drying up with every stroke. "Don’t let him get to you. You’re stronger than he thinks and I believe in you," he coos, his voice managing to soothe
from within, a fire to chill the cold feeling that had been seeping into my bones a while ago.
The tears co again, stronger this ti. Lucas tips his head and kisses my chin. "I promised that you can use
all you want, however you want, and whenever you want. Just call
and I’ll be there. Always."
"Even now?" I reply in a shaky voice, slowly grabbing his wrist and closing my eyes when he kisses my forehead again.
Fuck, why am I being whiny like I’m his girlfriend? And why can’t I stop myself from shutting the fuck up?
Lucas nods reassuringly. "Yeah. Always."
Placing my palm on top of his knuckles, I brush them lightly. A few monts ago in the heat of my anger, I lashed out at Jerald and told him he didn’t need to worry about my nyctophobia and that I was moving in with my boyfriend.
It ca out on a whim. I hadn’t planned for it to co out like that, but it did and I have to face it. My pride won’t let
apologize to Jerald and beg him to allow
to sleepover for two weeks. Not after what he just said to , and definitely not after the rant I had.
Ironically, it’s urging
to beg Lucas to take
to his house instead, and in all honesty, even my brain, body, and soul are agreeing to follow the shenanigans.
Clasping Lucas’ hands tightly, I give him the best teary puppy eyes I can pull off—hoping with all might that they’re not red and puffy.
"Will you allow
to sleep over at yours until my grandparents co back? I don’t want to spend any more ti around Jerald, but I’m worried the electricity will play tricks on
while I’m alone and I might hurt myself."
I swear, I see sothing flicker in his eyes. They grow a bit wider, glowing with mischief when he leans his head lower.
"Please," I beg so more. "I don’t want to depend on Jerald after—"
"My house is always open for you baby," he cuts , voice deeper than it had been two seconds ago. "Want to move in today or tomorrow?"
"Today if possible," I mumble shyly, letting him stroke my face with his big hands, squishing my cheeks and making my words sound babyish.
He smiles gently at , too gently with a hint of happiness in it. I know why he’s happy. He gets free access to
all day every day once I move in with him. It’s a free ticket to free pussy, he gets to use
as a sperm dish.
The pressure he’s applying on my cheeks increases, forcing
to look him in the eyes. His smile has dropped, and now he has this expression I’ve never seen on his face before. Attentive, like he’s trying to read my mind.
Spoiler alert, he does. Stroking my cheeks he lowers his voice. "I know what you’re thinking, and that’s why I want to assure you that even though I am happy you want to move in with
for two weeks, it’s not because I want to use you as a sperm dish. It’s because I’m happy I get to spend ti with you."
I raise my eyebrows in shock. He did read my mind.
Lucas squishes my cheeks again. "You might not trust my words right now, but I’ll make you know that I an what I say. So for the two weeks that you’ll stay at my house, I won’t touch you ever—"
I place my hand on his lips, halting his curse before he finishes it. "We both know that’ll be a punishnt for the both of us. Don’t worry, I trust your words and that you won’t touch
like you promised. But don’t deprive
of this handso magic wand just because you feel like I don’t like its magic."
On any other day, I’d have cringed at my cheesy line, but not today. It feels right saying it out loud. I want to say more, to tell Lucas that I don’t mind him using
as his sperm dish because this dish feels good whenever he touches it. I want to tell him I have been thinking about him a little too much these days, that he’s beco the grade I place on n every ti I think about my type.
The words are running in my brain, but I can’t say it out. And it’s not because I don’t trust him, no. Unfortunately, it’s because I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust my judgnt.
"Yeah, I don’t know why I was saying such shit. Guess I was trying to make you feel better," Lucas replies, hand dropping to my waist.
I smile at him. "Even though you’d have to suffer because of it?" I ask the silly question, a trait I seem to have built ever since becoming closer to him.
He mirrors my smile, kissing my forehead again. The warm feel of his lips is a welco pang that shoots down to my heart, making it race when he pulls
closer to his chest.
"I can do anything for you Iris, and this is not about our deal. This is , Lucas Andrews, telling you, Iris Morris, that I’m ready for you whenever you need ."
I turn to mush in his arms, face heating up for no reason as I hide it in his chest. Has he always been this cheesy or is it because I’ve suddenly beco conscious of the fact that I’m slowly falling for him each ti we spend together?
He wraps his hands protectively around , resting his chin on top of my head. "Let’s hug a little more, then I’ll go with you upstairs to pack your bags. We still have that movie we planned to watch after all."
I hug him tighter, breathing in his heavenly scent again, smiling on his chest. "Mhmm, let’s do that after the hug."
For a mont, I forget that were outside, that soone could peek from the veranda and see us being lovey-dovey in his yard. But do I give a fuck you may ask? No.
Because aside from the fact that it’ll hit him like a dagger and serve as revenge for his bitter words to , I’m also enjoying this mont. I’m having so much fun that I don’t want this day to end.
Ever.
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