"I... I'm not..." Iris Harris felt her mind go blank for a moment. Avoiding was an instinctual reaction that didn't allow her time for rational thought. Now that she understood, she felt really awkward, "I just... I'm not used to it..."
"Not used to me kissing you, or you don't like my face?"
"Brandan, I..." Iris felt powerless, like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head and quietly defended herself, "I wasn't ready..."
"..."
James Mason slowly retrieved his gaze, stood up from the ground, took Iris's hand, and said, "Let's go."
Though Iris's heart was still apprehensive, fearing James might be upset, she cautiously looked at him, "Brandan..."
"I'm not angry." James turned his head and smiled, gently ruffled her hair, "It's my fault, I was too hasty and didn't give you time to get used to it."
Seeing James's smiling face, Iris's tense heart slowly relaxed. She sighed in relief and responded with a word before letting James lead her back.
