Zephyrus couldn't help but study Iris' face, how she looked so at peace and happy at the same time, how something like this could ever keep him away. It kept coming back, the thoughts of why he would leave her in the first place. It had been so long, finding himself traveling alone and on the other side of the world, that he had forgotten the very reasons that compelled him to leave his wife. If he was lucky by the Fates, he wouldn't have to remember the true reason ever again.
Taking her directions, Zephyrus breezed past the furniture and down to the hall, effortlessly carrying Iris in his arms until they came upon the bed. There, he gently set her down in the middle, pressing a kiss against her forehead, one on her cheek and another on her neck. His hand slipped underneath her shirt and gently caressed the bare skin under it, rough skin against soft.