Chapter 122: Iris

He'd taken her hand after dinner, and the thrill that ran up her arm at his touch...

It sent shivers down her spine just remembering.

"Are you cold?" Declan asked, concerned. "I can turn the heat up if you'd like." They were on their way back to her apartment, winding through the dark, cold valley back to Sawyer.

"No, I'm okay." She squeezed his hand. It felt amazing, just sitting there, holding his hand, as if he wanted her in his life.

She couldn't begin to fathom why, but she also couldn't make herself ask him.

Speaking of things she couldn't make herself do, she couldn't make herself ask him why he'd been so hell-bent on breaking up with her all those years ago. After two weeks of telling herself that she was really going to nail him to the wall and make him talk to her, the warmth of the truck, the amazingness of holding his hand...she couldn't make herself care. At least not enough to break the spell that had been cast over them.