Iris Harris fell silent. She lay on Brandan Hyde's chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Somehow, she felt very tired and a bit unwilling to see Brandan caught in such a dilemma.
But she would never, absolutely would not, choose to give up this man.
He is hers.
Brandan Hyde slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. With his desires satisfied, he felt physically and mentally content, and even the unpleasant feeling of being pushed aside eased a lot.
Iris Harris emerged from under the covers, pulled Brandan Hyde's hand to her waist, and said, "My waist hurts."
He teased lightly, with amusement in his tone, as his palm gently massaged her soft waist, "Really need to start working out; otherwise, when I really show what I'm made of, how will you handle it?"
Iris felt a subtle stir in her heart. She reached out, pinched Brandan Hyde's chin, and pulled his head down, "Kiss me."
