Room Sixteen

4/Fuck, i love you.

Iris's pov'

Yesterday

"Can I request more paper?" He asks and I hold back a smile, already have brought more magazines and newspapers for him to occupy himself instead of just slumping around all day.

But this time he's going to get a surprise too, for being so good and a gentleman.

"You didn't even have to ask me because I already got a lot more for you." I smile sweetly and slide the paper through the crack on the glass wall.
I hoped he wouldn't open them while I was there but then again I wanted to see his reaction to my surprise that I'd hidden in between the pages of a magazine.

I'll wait tho.

I watch him place the stack on the table and turn around to sit on his bed, I sigh in relief and look down at my notebook that I've only been doodling in for the past days because I have nothing to write about him and I have nothing else to occupy myself with while he's talking and staring at me.

I can't handle the way he looks at me, or talk to me...or about me.
It's too much and I don't know how it's going to be once he's outside and actually doing what he's saying he will do. That gets me way too excited and I don't think that's good because things might not turn out just the way I'm imagining it in the moment.

Today

"Would you put your hand under there so I can give you a thank you kiss for yesterday?" He asks and I smile to try and hide the blush creeping up my face.
I slide my hand through the crack that fits my hand perfectly because my hand is slim and it slides right in.
He instantly grabs it gently like he doesn't want it to break, treating my hand like it's something fragile and I think that's cute.

He rubbed my knuckles and stared at my rings before he bent down low and placed his lips softly on top of it, giving my hand a sweet and long kiss. I imagined him kissing my lips instead and the feeling I had from that almost made me want to moan.
God, this is too much.
He affects me so much and so fast I should be scared.

Soren pulled back and rubbed the top of my knuckles once again, he got closer to the glass and while still holding my hand he looked down at me.

"A big diamond ring would look so beautiful on you." He says and my smile couldn't get bigger. He's so romantic, I can't stop smiling.
"You look beautiful today," Soren compliments, and I bite my lip while looking down at our hands. He squeezes it slightly and it instantly gives me butterflies.

"Thanks, you look good too," I whisper, my voice caught up in my throat.

He was wearing only a black pair of those loose hospital pants and no fucking shirt.
Soren was shirtless and fucking packing, I can't get my eyes off him.
He looks way too good to not be stared at.
Admired.
He's like a god and you could not help but stare at the way he's built so beautifully by the hands of god himself.
He is priceless and I want him.