His hand on hers was warm, familiar. She knew his touch as well as he probably knew hers. Iris wanted to lean against him, wanted that sense that she was safe. That she was necessary and wanted. It wouldn’t come that easily, though. She knew it. Having Zephyrus in front of her was important, was a large part of what she needed, but it wasn’t everything, not quite yet.
She had invited him here, she had put herself in his arms….she wanted something back. She deserved something back, something more. The question was what that something would be….and if she would get it.