"...Sorry," he muttered, turning away.
Silence filled the width of the room for a few, still seconds as he felt the cool chill of self-embarrassment run over his body.
"I probably said a lot I shouldn't have--"
--Before he could apologize further, a foreign sensation was felt against his cheek that immediately warmed them with a crimson blush.
Was that? He thought.
Placing his hand on his cheek, he was left still for another moment as his brain--gone hazy from fluster--processed what had just happened. It was a complete surprise attack--one he was not in the least bit prepared for.
A kiss, he surmised.
As he finally turned back around to face Iris, she held just as much of a scarlet blush as he did, if not even further.
