Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

Iris spun, and our eyes clashed. This was my first look at her head-on, and now I could see she wasn’t quite there. Lucid, but behind a glass wall, fogged with euphoria. Her easy smile and crooking finger beckoning me to her was a dead giveaway she wasn’t fully herself. I had had enough, and so had she. Closing the space between us in four strides, I wrapped my fingers around her arm and tugged her against me. “It’s time to go home, Iris.” She shook her head slowly and smoothed her palm down my chest. “No. You should dance with me.” “You’re high.” Her tongue peeked out and traced along her top lip. “I taste like cherries.” Her mouth cracked into a smile. “And I’m not that high. I’ll remember everything tomorrow.” “Did you invite her here? Megan?” She licked her lip again and slotted her finger between buttons on my shirt, touching bare skin. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t invite you either.” My hold on her tightened until she grimaced and her palm curled into claws. “Home, Iris.” “Dance with me, Ronan. You followed me here for a reason.” Her head whipped around, eyes wild. “Wait, is your girlfriend here? Where is she?” My other hand came up to grip her chin, stilling her. “No, Iris. That was my ex-wife, and she isn’t here. It’s only me.” She stepped into me, slowly rolling her hips. “And me. It’s only you and me.” She tangled her fingers in the back of my hair, scratching my scalp and nape. “Did you like when she touched you like this? Did it make you hard?” “No.” I peered down a...