The Return (8)

In the evening, Iris had written to her friends, asking if they were free the next day. They of course agreed the same instant, suggesting to meet at two in their favorite cafe.

With their meeting so late in the day, Iris slept as much as she wanted. Kyro hadn't put on an alarm since he had nowhere to go in the morning, and both of them could rest to their hearts' content. Still, Iris was the first to wake up.

When she opened her eyes, she admired Kyro for a moment. His sharp features, his clean skin, the hair that was sticking in all directions. It was about time for him to cut it, but he'd clearly been too busy to consider something like that.

Without thinking, Iris raised her hand to brush it away from his forehead. The moment she drew close, Kyro's eyes snapped open, and he looked back at her. Mortified, Iris wanted to pull back, but was prevented by a hand over her waist.

When had that gotten there?