Iris stretched across her bed, determined to finish the last few words in her journal before she completely passed out from the exhaustion her evil little kindergarten class had put her through earlier that day.
Dear Me,
I wonder when the next time I might see him will be. He always pops up so randomly when I least expect it, always dark and handsome. Watching him stand in my doorway, tie untangled, shirt unbuttoned, distraught at being at work all day, sent chills through my body. His eyes always pleaded with me, begging me to let him into my home, into my arms, and my answer was always yes. In reality, I'm afraid, afraid of what he does to me, how he makes me feel. No man on earth has ever come even remotely close to touching my soul.
Iris put down her pen. She hated thinking about him. She hated how as soon as the fantasies stopped, and she was able to stop thinking about him, he'd show up at her doorstep again, as if he was there to remind her of who he was and what they were. He was taunting her.
"Dammit, Iris, pull yourself together." She hastily rubbed her temples trying to get him out of her mind. "He's just a man." With that thought, she turned out her light and got beneath the covers, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
* * * *
Ash sat outside Iris's apartment three hours after he'd seen her light go off signaling that she was going to bed. Knowing Iris as well as he did, he knew she was probably asleep seconds after that light went out, knowing how much the children she taught ran through her.
He would cut off conversations like that with his child, she was often too much for him to handle. Each conversation he'd have with his daughter about Iris would end in her having babies of her own, having babies with a man who wasn't him. He slammed his fist down in frustration on the steering wheel.
"Pull yourself together, Ash." He was waiting for the day she'd say no to him and slam the door in his face, but she never did. He got out of the car and slowly walked up the steps to her apartment, the whole way having an argument with himself. One voice yelled that he had no right being there, this wasn't something he was supposed to force on a woman, she was supposed to want it, beg him for it.
But dammit, he needed her.
He slammed his fist against the door three times to acknowledge his presence to the sleeping beauty on the other side.
* * * *
Iris sat up in bed, drowsy, and counted the loud pounding.
One.
Two.
Three.
She slowly got out of bed and walked to the door. While chewing on her bottom lip, she unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door...
* * * *
She stood 5'3". He let his eyes take in her full profile. His eyes drifted to her hair that hung loosely and wildly down the middle of her back. The button down shirt she was wearing was open, revealing her cute, soft and freckled 36 C-cupped breasts that were cradled in a see through lace bra.
His eyes lowered to her stomach, that cute soft stomach he loved to kiss so much, and the freckles that surrounded her belly button. He let his eyes linger on the spot right between her legs, the spot that woke him up and taunted him often throughout the night while he forced himself to sleep in his own bed. He began studying her body again and his eyes moved down to the legs that he would soon have wrapped around him. He lifted his eyes to meet hers just in time to see her look away.
* * * *
She memorized everything about him. His tall, 6'3" frame. His wild hair was stylishly messy. The tie around his neck that he'd often pull on when he was frustrated was completely undone. His forearms would flex in his shirt every time she felt his eyes linger on different parts of her body. His shirt was unbuttoned revealing his bare chest that she loved to lay her head against throughout the night.
She let her gaze fall to the floor between her feet, suddenly becoming nervous, and shy she held her shirt closed.
"Iris, no don't, don't hide from me," he said as he stepped into the doorway closing the space between them.
She took a deep breath, sealing her fate,
She let her eyes come in contact with his.
