Iris Kelly Doesn't Date (Bright Falls, #3)

by Ashley Herring Blake

“Stevie,” she said. “What . . . are you okay? What happened?” Stevie stepped into Iris’s space, no hesitations, hands sliding over her hips. She kicked the door closed with her boot, pulled Iris closer. “You happened,” she said before crushing her mouth to Iris’s.

“Show me what?” she asked one more time. “Stevie.” Stevie pressed her forehead to Iris’s. “That you’re worth loving.”

“I spent a lot of time,” Iris went on, “convincing myself I wasn’t built to last, wasn’t built for romance, for love. But maybe . . .” Tears bloomed into her eyes. “Maybe I was just built for you.”