Unintentionally Falling

chapter forty-one

Aaron

Between Iris and I, I'm the first one to wake up. The scent of coconuts and strawberries wafts from her hair and body. It's Iris' signature, and it has become somewhat of a comfort to me just by inhaling it.

I acknowledge her scent has become inherently calming, like white noise when a person studies, or having a cold drink on a hot summer day.

She's starfished under my sheets, her limbs entangled in mine. Her head is using my bicep as her own personal pillow. Iris was out cold after an hour of mindlessly watching T.V. We were poking fun at a series where the writing was so terribly awful that the series is actually good in an excruciatingly bad way.

My eyes flit over her gorgeous face, and wow... I must be the most fortuitous man in the world because it's insane how someone like her has feelings for me.

It's really ridiculous to think about. I thought about it all night, I replayed her little spiel all night.

I don't know how someone like her would even glance at someone like me. She's incredibly hilarious and adventurous, and she also has a sweet side to her too.

I can't handle how jovial I am right now. I was shocked when she told me she has feelings for me too. I was surprised when she stated that she still wanted to be around me.

Her body stirs, and her head moves a smidgen to the left on my arm. Her eyes slowly but surely open, and a groggy smile overtakes her lips.

"What are you Edward from Twilight watching me sleep?" She chuckles, stretching out her arms wide.

"Who's Edward?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. He better not be some axe murderer, or anything similar to that.

"He's a character from a book and movie series." She explains, nuzzling her head into my bicep. Then adding with a humorous tone, "I can't believe you don't know Edward."

"Book series?" I perk up excitedly, "I'll add it to my to-be-read list." It's called Twilight, it must be a sci-fi or thriller fiction book. A name like Twilight must mean the book is naturally thrilling.

"Yeah when you do read it, tell me how it is." Iris snickers to herself.

Approximately thirty seconds after she finished snickering to herself, her stomach makes a loud rumbling noise.

She pauses her snicker and we make direct eye contact. Her mouth slightly drops open, and my lips curl into a smirk.

"Yeah. Maybe it's time to eat something?" I parrot back to her.

Her eyebrows may be pulled down like she's pissed off, but I can she's not by the way she bites her lips trying to hold back her smile.

Her lips. So soft and plump, and now that I've tasted them it's becoming increasingly difficult to pull my focus away from them.

Not to mention last night.

I turned around and saw Iris' clothes folded neatly in a pile. In my mind, I thought that was so polite and an action she did not need to do. I would gladly let her mess up my room any time of the week.

But I saw it, just as she intended for me too. It was her bra on top of the neatly folded pile of clothes. A navy midnight blue bra with lace trimming on the sides.

She wasn't wearing a bra, nor the basketball shorts I gave her. Just my shirt and her underwear.

My eyes almost popped out of my sockets.

I remember how my mouth dropped open, I looked down at her bra, then at Iris, then back at her bra, then back at Iris.

Iris cheekily smirked, while I almost fell into anaphylactic shock. I remember she asked about something, but at that time I wasn't even able to process a single word.