I steeled myself for my mother as we. Walked into the sitting room. My fingers clenched into fists, and I told myself not to cry no matter what she did. To my relief, she wasn't in the sitting room like I expected her to be, and I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding.
"You can go," I said, turning to Matthew. "I will just get some sleep."
He shrugged, then moved closer, cupping my neck. His eyes became tender as he took me in, and he let out a rather dramatic sigh.
"I don't think you know just how much I have missed you, Iris. Your lips on mine..."
"I thought you were getting all of those already."
He snickered, shaking his head. "There is no woman who can possibly replace you. You should go to bed. I will order your favourite pizza and come spend the night with you."
