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Chapter 78: Lucas: Subtle Intimacy

Chapter 78: Lucas: Subtle Intimacy

I RUN my fingers down Iris’ waist until they’re landing right below her ass. She whimpers in my mouth at the touch, grabbing my entire face and deepening our kiss.

"Luke."

"Iris."

A low gentle breeze brushes past us, brushing hair off her face and making the surrounding trees dance in tune with it. The air surrounding us feels chilly but I couldn’t care less. Kissing Iris is providing me with enough warmth both outside because I’m hugging her, and from inside because my heart feels full.

I don’t think I can hold it all in which is why I am pouring out everything I have into this kiss. Gently caressing her chin, I tip her head up and tease the inside of her mouth with my tongue.

Iris responds in the same manner by gripping my tuxedo tightly and biting my bottom lip. It makes me groan in her mouth, a reaction that makes her smirk right on my lips.

"Did you like it that much?" She pecks my chin, giving me a wink as we break the kiss. Smiling at her, I grope her ass tightly before raising my hand in the air and giving her one sharp spank.

Letting out a sharp yelp, she giggles like a teenager in my hands, licking her lips before opening her mouth wide. "What was that?"

"Bad girls need punishment."

Lowering her eyes at me, she gives me the most seductive glare in the world and smirks. "Punishment? I think I like that, but is my punisher ready for what awaits him?"

"Iris you—"

Something rustles in the bushes behind us. Iris flinches, squinting her eyes and turning around to look at our surroundings l. I’m no better case pulling her to me as I try to make out where that noise from earlier was.

"I think we should go back inside," Iris protests, caressing my arm as if to soothe me.

I want to object but she’s right. We are needed inside more than anyone else because we’re Adders workers. If only I held a position big enough to have people understand me a little if I disappeared on them during events like these.

"Yeah...but we’re not done yet."

"I was thinking the same," Iris replies with a smile still tugging at her lips. "I’ll be sticking to you by the hip all night until my scent is embedded on you like pheromones. You better not disappear from me."

Brushing her hair out of her face, I look at her grey eyes. They’ve never held this much twinkle in them ever since I’ve known her three months ago. I’m glad.

Im fucking glad I get to see her like this right after my confession.

"No. I’ll be the one sticking to you like a fucking baby cub. I’ll be the one giving you pheromones. And I’ll be watching you all night."

"You sound like a stalker," Iris breaks character with a little laugh.

"Well, what do you expect me to do when I’m in the presence of such a beautiful woman who makes my heart race just from being in her presence?"

"You’re going to make me burn up."

"Knowing I’m the reason for that makes me want to see you burn for real."

Blinking furiously as a slight blush creeps up her face, Iris runs a finger on her cheeks. "I-I need to remove this ugly makeup. To think I paid money to get this done professionally only to have myself look like the rockstar version of the Grinch because I was crying over a man."

"Correction. You weren’t crying over just any man but your boyfriend," I point out rubbing off the smeared mascara on her face. "Besides, I think it’s cool. Every time your mascara runs down your eyes it looks like you have been doing those aesthetic makeup videos or whatever they call them. I even want to get you a feature on our magazine this month."

"Shut up!"

Laughing at each other for no reason at all, holding hands under the bright lanterns, the smell of roses filling the air as a cold breeze brushes past us carrying Iris’ hair and making it land on me.

It’s all subtle, but the intimacy feels too good, even better than when Iris and I are wrapped around each other, naked and sleeping on my bed.

Finally. I’ve done it. I’ve confessed. I have a girlfriend. I have Iris. It only took three months of knowing each other for me to decide I love her. For a guy who hadn’t thought about relationships all his life, it might be a bit diabolical of me, but it felt like all this time I’d been waiting for her.

Oh, am I happy I waited patiently all these years.

"Oh my goodness, will you two stop being so gross and leave these grounds already? I’m trying to smoke in peace."

That voice...

"Did she follow you hear?" Iris whispers to my face. "Is she a stalker like Lynn?"

The rustling in the bushes becomes a bit more violent as Bella tries to free herself from the twigs. "Oh, you little shits. Let me go!"

"Let’s go," I whisper back at Iris. She nods at me but right as we’re about to turn around and leave, the witch from the bushes frees herself and is in front of us before we know it.

"Before you call me a cockblocker, I wasn’t trying to ruin your moment. I got her first but then I saw you guys coming here carrying each other so I hid in the bushes. Who knew there was a few good mosquitoes in there? Their shitty bites few like they came from human babies."

A sharp clap comes from Iris followed by a matching laugh as she untangles herself from my grasp. "Sorry, I wasn’t planning on laughing but damn you’re funny."

"I know...oh my god what is that!"

"What?" Both Iris and I ask looking behind us frantically. I naturally grab Iris’ hand and pull her to me. Bella scoffs at the little gesture but thankfully she doesn’t say anything to annoy us.

"I’m talking about your face. You look like a rockstar version of the Grinch."

Iris’ mouth grows wide. "I know right? I just told him that," she says pointing at me.

"Good. At least you know your current predicament." Pausing for a moment, she blows out the smoke in her mouth, before throwing her cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

After rummaging her bag and taking out a few containers which she uses to spray on her body and in her mouth, she finally comes closer to us with this unreadable expression on her face.

"If...haa...if you don’t mind, I can help you with your makeup in the offices."

What the fuck? No!

I turn to Iris and wait for her to deny the favor, only to be surprised the next moment she opens her mouth.

"Fine by me. I think it’s better if someone more experienced does it."

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