Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

Iris stirred, shifting and moving her legs, but her gaze was still unfocused. She wasn’t quite back from whatever land she’d gone to to get through it. “Iris.” I patted her arm. “He’s all done, meala.” Her eyelids fluttered, lashes brushing her cheeks before they popped open and she moaned. “Hey.” Her mouth split into a wide, sleepy grin. “How does it look?” “I haven’t really looked at it.” “Mmm…” She stretched like a cat, eyes heavy-lidded like she’d just woken up. “So respectful, Ronan. I’m laid out in front of you, topless, and you haven’t taken a peek?” Not at your tattoo, I haven’t. The curve of her breast pressing into the bed couldn’t be missed. I’d nearly memorized the arched line of her back and the way her tight jeans cupped her arse, the seam splitting her cheeks apart. Iris was a stunning woman, the very shape of her effortlessly sensual. Not looking at her wasn’t an option. But that was how it went with famous women. They became famous for a reason beyond talent. Iris was magnetic, drawing attention, wanted or not. The others I’d spent time with had craved that attention, just as Iris probably did. Joaquin took her hand and helped her sit up. She swung her feet to the side of the bed and stood after taking a second to steady herself. Clutching her shirt over her tits, he gave her a mirror so she could see her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. She bounced on her toes, eyes flashing to mine. “Can you take a picture so I can see it better?” “I can...