The art of Iris

The art of Iris

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"I can break you, Iris," he says, his voice coming out barely a whisper. I lean forward getting on my tippy toes so my lips barely brush over his ear "I'd love to see you try." ⁓⁓ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮
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