“Iris.” I give her shoulder a subtle shake. Her hand flies straight to my face. I release a whoosh of air as I duck, somehow missing her palm before it connected with my cheek. “Iris. Wake up.” She groans. “Shh, Declan. Stop talking and do that thing with your tongue again.” My pulse thunders in my veins, matching the quickening of my heart rate. Is she…dreaming of me? I blink, trying to wrap my head around Iris having a dirty dream about me.
