IRIS POV:
I opened the front door and immediately noticed my brother chatting with someone in the sitting room while they watched football. As I closed the door, they both turned to look at me.
"Hey there, Iris," James greeted.
"Hey there, big brother," I replied, but my mind was already focused on his friend. He was tanned and unbelievably handsome, and even though he was sitting, I could tell he was tall. He was staring at me too, and don't get me started on his lips, pierced ears, and tattoos—he was like a walking Greek god. He quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Meet my friend Chris. And Chris, this is my baby sister, Iris," my brother introduced us. I went to greet him out of formality, and as I got closer, I couldn’t help but notice how much he low-key resembled Chris Breezy. When our hands touched, my stomach did a backflip.
"Nice to meet you," I quickly said, trying not to stutter. I was already crushing on my brother’s workmate—damn, but can you blame me?
"Nice to meet you, shawry," he replied, and I swear I saw him wink at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly excused myself, heading upstairs.
Once I was in my room, I closed the door behind me and tried to catch my breath. Chris. My brother’s friend, of all people. I leaned back against the door, replaying the moment in my mind—the way his lips curled into that playful smile, the casual way he’d called me *shawry.* It was like he knew exactly what effect he had on me.
I shook my head, trying to shake off the thoughts. This was ridiculous. I barely knew him, and yet, there was this magnetic pull I couldn’t explain. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off those piercing eyes and the way my stomach had done somersaults when our hands touched.
I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Beatrice: **"Girl, I just met my brother’s friend, and he’s… I don’t even know where to start."**
Almost instantly, Beatrice replied: **"Spill! How hot are we talking?!"**
I grinned, typing back: **"Imagine Chris Brown but even more my type. And he’s got tattoos. But I’m freaking out because he’s my brother’s friend!"**
**"Ugh, why do the hot ones always come with complications?"** Beatrice texted back, adding a series of laughing emojis. **"But seriously, what’s the vibe? Does he seem interested?"**
I hesitated before replying. **"I don’t know, but there was… something. It’s like we couldn’t stop looking at each other, and he winked at me! But then he just played it cool, like it was nothing."**
**"Ooh, that sounds like some serious tension, girl! But be careful, you know how messy these things can get."** Beatrice’s words were a reminder that I needed to keep my emotions in check.
I sighed, tossing my phone onto the bed. She was right. I couldn’t let myself get carried away just because of a cute guy—even if he did look like he walked out of my dreams. But it was easier said than done.
I needed something to help me wind down, so I grabbed my laptop and logged into my favorite streaming platform. Chris Brown had just dropped his latest album, *11:11,* and I’d been waiting for the perfect moment to binge-watch all the music videos.
As soon as the first video started playing, I felt a familiar excitement bubbling up inside me. Chris Brown always had this way of making me forget about everything else, even the fact that I’d just met my brother’s incredibly attractive friend. I lost myself in the music, the visuals, and the smooth choreography that made me wish I could dance like that.
By the time I got through all the tracks, it was already late, but I wasn’t ready to sleep just yet. I decided to watch a lighthearted rom-com to end the night on a sweet note. The movie was one of my go-to favorites—predictable, but comforting in its familiarity. As I watched the characters fall in love and navigate their way through misunderstandings, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if my life were more like that—a scripted story where everything eventually worked out.
But real life was messier, and I had to remind myself not to get too caught up in daydreams. Still, the thought of Chris popped back into my head more than once during the movie, and I found myself imagining what it would be like if he were the leading man in my life.
Eventually, the movie ended, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I closed my laptop, setting it on my nightstand before sliding under the covers. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something I couldn’t quite put into words—a spark, a tension that might turn into more if I let it.
But that was a problem for another day. For now, I let sleep take over, my dreams filled with music, romance, and the lingering image of Chris’s smile.
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