Iris's Secret

Electra's POV

After dinner, I turned my attention to Iris, remembering that she had mentioned that she wanted to talk.

"Hey," I said casually, "why don't we take a walk? You wanted to talk earlier, right?"

Her face brightened with relief, and she nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

She grabbed her jacket, and we stepped outside, and I waited for Iris to speak, but when she didn't, I decided to break the silence.

"So, by any chance, does what you want to talk about have anything to do with what happened this morning?" I asked, glancing at her. "Because if it is, I'd love to know if you've remembered anything that might explain how we ended up… well, you know, naked and in the middle of nowhere."

Iris immediately shook her head, her expression one of genuine frustration. "No," she admitted. "My memory's still blank. I've been trying to piece it together all day, but nothing's coming to me."