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

by Ashley Herring Blake

Stefania was beautiful and sexy and a complete disaster. Iris couldn’t walk away now if she tried.

She simply was, with another disaster by her side—because Stevie was one hundred percent an adorable disaster—and it felt like that first gulp of cold water after a long hike.

Stevie shivered and Iris laughed. God, the woman practically emanated sex. Stevie was pretty sure the only thing she ever emanated were stress hormones.

She both hated and loved it, this romance, this feeling like she was falling, only to have Stevie reach out and catch her.

“I’m just a girl standing in front of another girl, asking her to fuck her senseless.”

Because at the end of the day, it didn’t matter how scared Iris was. Stevie was scared all the fucking time, but she was ready to try.

She felt her friends on either side of her, gentle hands on her back, waiting for her. Loving her. Because Iris Kelly was worth loving. And she always had been.

For the last month, Stevie had been okay. She was still okay, and she’d be okay if she’d never seen Iris again. She knew that, without a doubt—she was capable, she had friends and family who loved her, who supported her, who would help her when she fell apart. Yes, Stevie Scott would be just fine without Iris Kelly. But she wouldn’t be this.

I have to try. You were so brave for me, and I want to do the same. I want to be brave for you.”

“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.”