IRIS'S POV
DISRUPTED WEEKEND
I woke to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her curtains. The weekend had been a quiet one, unexpectedly so. Gavin had been with me the whole time, doting on her with a tenderness I hadn’t quite anticipated.
We spent most of the weekend in the cosy confines of my home, where he pampered me with quiet gestures, bringing me cups of tea, breakfast in bed and making sure I was comfortable.
Yet, despite his attentiveness, something felt off to me. The entire weekend had passed without them sharing a moment of intimacy, and while part of me appreciated the respect and care he showed, another part of her couldn’t help but feel a little down.
Was it wrong to want more? To crave the closeness that had always been a natural part of their professiona
