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Chapter 67: Lucas: A plan

Chapter 67: Lucas: A plan

THIS IS different. Iris feels different. I don’t know what it is, but I can sense it in the kiss we’re sharing.

She tastes like bananas, and lord have mercy my perverted mind just can’t stop imagining things. I cup her face, tipping it up so I can deepen our kiss. I’ve kissed her like this before when I wanted her to know I love her, but still, today feels different.

Unlike the last time, it feels mutual, as if I’m not the only one in love between us. Wrapping her hands around my neck, Iris pulls me closer, gripping my neck gently as if stopping me from escaping.

Her tongue dances along with mine, swift and sensual as it goes. I match her energy, pulling her closer to me. She moans in my mouth, a fulfilling vibration going down my down the moment I hear the sound.

When we pull away, both of us have our eyes set on each other. I can feel her heartbeat on my chest, soft yet powerful. I’m pretty sure she can feel mine too because it’s hitting on my chest like a fucking chest hammer.

"Iris," I say in a gentle voice stroking her back. Sensing the change in my tone, Iris pulls her hands from my neck before backing away and standing right under my nose.

"I want it too, Lucas. But I can’t."

"Why?" I whine. I can’t believe I’m getting this impatient when I’ve managed to keep my cool all these years. Maybe it’s the sudden change I noticed in her earlier that is making me bold all of a sudden.

"Because what I have to tell you during the event is much more important," Iris replies with a smile.

Now she’s got me all curious. Taking her hands and wrapping mine around each one of them, I look deep into her grey hues. "Can’t you tell me now?"

"I so want to, but I can’t. What I want to tell you is very important and special to me, and well, to you if you take it well. I need to say it on a special day like this coming Friday when I’m all dressed up and you look too sexy to be real. That way, it’ll be fucking memorable."

Damn. She knows how to make me horny.

"Is it by any chance a confession?"

Wriggling her hands out of mine with a smirk playing on her face, Iris cups my face instead and pulls me close to hers such that I can feel her warm breath on my skin.

"Who knows? You’ll have to wait and find out. So make sure I speak first before you tell me what you said you wanted to, okay?"

Iris flips us around, kisses my chin, and turns on her heel the next moment. "I’ll leave my stuff here and pick it up another day, okay?" She opens the door and before I reply, she’s already out.

I don’t follow her out. For some reason what she just said made me grounded. All I can do is stare blankly at the door and smile smugly like a fool in love. She’s everything I need in a woman, and yet I can’t bring myself to tell her that on a whim as if my whole life depends on this confession.

To be fairly honest, it does. If I ever have kids, I want their mother to be Iris. I want to see her in them, to see the proof of our love every time I look at them.

Fuck, I’m even thinking about our future now.

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Six PM and I’m seated with the boys in a club, sipping on my champagne like a single man. It’s been long since we’ve been to a club. A lot has changed since then.

Like how Phineas is on his best behavior, not checking out the girls passing by and minding his business, and how Jerald isn’t sitting quietly in his corner, judging us like his little brothers as he binges on the wine just so he can be drunk and talk with us about Kayla.

There’s also me. I’m not busy with both of them being drunk. I’ve always been the group daddy like Iris once said I was, taking care of horny Phin whilst checking Jerald’s hyper-sensitive emotions when he’s drunk.

Right now, everyone is being responsible, Phin is not checking women out, Jerald is thoroughly engaging in our conversations, and I’m finally able to drink and not look after all these guys.

We’re seated in a section of rounded couches with a glass table between us filled with wine and an ice bucket. It’s dim inside, with highlights of soft lighting reflecting in the bar section.

Pop music is playing in the background, the kind that gets you tapping your leg and reminiscing about the 2000s jams. I kind of want to dance, but being in the middle of sweaty bodies whilst getting squashed by people who smell like booze isn’t my kind of thing.

Neither do the boys like it. That’s why were seated, discussing the one topic that has been the main agenda since we met here a while ago.

"Have you decided what you’re going to wear?" Phineas asks Jerald, smirking as though he just received some powerful cheat to win the lottery.

"Yes, you?"

"Yes."

They both smirk at each other, turning their attention to me. It’s been like this for a couple of hours now. They say something about the upcoming event and how they’re preparing for it, and then they turn to me and pause, waiting for a reply.

"I have an outfit planned out thank you," I spout in their faces and they laugh. It’s refreshing being with the boys after a long time of solitude since Iris left, but right now, my mind is elsewhere, wondering what it is that Iris plans to tell me.

"I can’t wait for the day to arrive. Mary said she’s wearing something just for me."

"Kayla said the same too," Jerald smugly replies. "I won’t say the other stuff but yeah, I can’t wait for Friday to arrive."

"What about you Lucas?" They both ask simultaneously.

It’s like we’re moms bragging to each other about their children’s achievements the way they’re so keen on knowing what’s going on between Iris and me. I answer their question anyway.

"Iris didn’t tell me a thing about what she’s going to wear. Unlike you guys, the two of us aren’t dating yet. We’re still in our beginners phase."

"Beginners phase my ass," Phin snorts. "How dare you call what you guys do beginners phase? You’re literally in love you little shits."

"Tell me about it," Jerald supports, "it’s so annoying watching them. Start dating already."

A lady dressed in black and white walks into our section, flaunting herself as she passes to the seats next to ours where a group of playboys are sitting. Trust me, one glance at them will tell you what kind of men you’re looking at if you’ve ever been a friend of one of them before.

"Containing my thoughts I turn back to the boys. "You think Iris likes me?"

"Think? We know it damnit!" Phin shouts over the top of his voice.

Yep. He’s getting drunk.

I might actually have to stay sober for all our sakes.

I turn my attention to Jerald who is pouring himself a glass of red wine. He must feel my eyes on him because when he raises his head to look at me, a playful gaze is in his eyes.

"He’s right you know. She likes you."

"Has she ever told you that?" I ask just when Pillow Talk by Zayn starts playing in the background and the crowd goes wild.

"No, but her eyes and actions say it all," Jerald shouts over the noise, bobbing his head at the tune.

So everyone picked up the change in Iris that I saw today a long time ago? Fuck, I really am dumb after all.

Placing my glass on the table, I ruffle my hair, running it along my jaw and biting my lip until it’s on my chin. "Look, Iris actually told me something today."

The way they both leave their glasses on the table and pay attention makes me a bit hesitant to tell them.

"What did she say," Phin urges on, sensing my hesitation.

Ah, fuck.

"She said she has something she wants to tell me on Friday during the event."

"Ohhhh!" The two of them push themselves back to their seats, raising their legs in the air and clasping their mouths.

"Do you think she’s going to confess?"

"A hundred percent!" Jerald immediately replies as if he already knows the future.

"Dude, you need to do it before she does," Phineas returns to sitting upright and facing me. "It kinda feels good when you do it."

"Yeah, but I don’t mind her asking me out."

The two of them slap their faces. "Is he some idiot or should I kill him?" Phin asks Jerald.

"Nah, he’s just a man in love."

Turning back to me Phin shakes his head. "Look, I’m not saying it’s wrong for her to confess, but what if we’re wrong and she wants to be separated from you, huh?"

"That won’t—"

"Shut up Jerald. All I’m saying is to make sure she knows how you feel before she tells you what she wants to say. That way, you’ll at least have had a chance to tell her how you feel, okay?"

Everything he’s saying makes sense. I went ahead of myself and already saw Iris confessing in my head. I have to confess first before she tells me her news, though I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be about us separating.

However, this is Iris we’re dealing with. She’s unpredictable.

"I’ll do it."

"Good boy. Take out your planner shit, we have a plan to plot."

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