“Whoa!” Christian says, catching Iris before she can fall to the ground. He holds her steady, letting her find her feet. She looks up at him apologetically with those wide blue eyes, a perfect pink blush spreading over her cheekbones.
God damn it, why did she have to grow up to be so damn pretty?
“Um,” she says, glancing down towards her legs. “This is really embarrassing – but I don’t think I can –“
Christian glances down too and realizes that her knees are shaking. He curses and wraps his right arm more completely around Iris’s shoulders before slipping his left beneath her knees, scooping her up into his arms.
She gasps a little as he lifts her into the air. “I’m so sorry,” she murmurs, “I don’t know what’s going on with me –“
“You’re in shock, Iris,” Christian sighs, holding her
