"I. . . I want you," he said. Ash didn't know what else to say. She understood everything about him, to the point were he didn't need to take the extra steps to explain himself. Iris didn't need an explanation. He gently pushed her against the apartment wall, taking note of how relaxed she was becoming. She would let him do anything to her. His body instantly responded, the logic of it all slipping away with the start of...

"Iris," he said softly, "Turn around." At the sound of his voice Iris had taken an immediate step back. Ash was sure his life was going to crumble. He'd never felt so rejected. He never wanted to hear her say no. "Ash, what are you doing here?" Iris softly whispered. She dropped her head to stare down between her feet and pulled her shirt closed. She was hiding herself - from him. He got the sudden urge to fall to his kne...

Iris stretched across her bed, determined to finish the last few words in her journal before she completely passed out from the exhaustion her evil little kindergarten class had put her through earlier that day. Dear Me, I wonder when the next time I might see him will be. He always pops up so randomly when I least expect it, always dark and handsome. Watching him stand in my doorway, tie untangled, shirt unbuttoned, dist...