Chapter 102 – Morning Sun

• Christian leans closer to me, cupping my face in his palm. “You’re real to me, Iris,” he whispers, holding my gaze steadily in a way that makes me catch my breath. “You’re maybe…the only real person in my life. Okay?”
• Slowly I nod, hearing him.
• He leans forward and presses his lips softly, almost chastely, to mine – just for the briefest glimmer of a second. “But I hear you,” he whispers when he pulls back half an inch. “I’ll make it right, okay? You’re right. It should be real.”