She was so right. Declan mulled over the regret he felt. They'd spent a whole year dodging around the very thing that both of them wanted. Their sophomore stupidity had nagged at Declan often over the years, almost as often as he'd regretted the choice to move up north to attend the U of I, and the loss of the intervening years.
Declan shook the thought away. This was not the night for regrets. This was a night for them. For he and Iris to finally be together the way they both longed for.
She clung to his arm tightly as they walked the few steps to her bedroom. Her grip may've had something to do with her uncertain balance, but in his mind, the tight hold she had on him was about not letting go of this chance again. His heart twinged with pleasure; he was sure she wanted this as much as he did.
And that meant everything to him.