Chapter 19 - Dessert

• Christian groans as I look down into my lap, intuiting that he’s hurt my feelings, and then he scootches closer to me. “Don’t look like that, Iris,” he murmurs, putting a warm hand on my shoulder, “you’re breaking my heart.”
• “I don’t want to be a burden to you, Christian,” I sigh, looking down into my lap. “Honestly, if you don’t want me in your world, you can just…leave me here for months, or whatever. Until it’s safe for me to go. If you don’t want to spend time with me –“
• “I never said that –“