Teach Me, He Begged, Eyes Rimmed Red

Iris Delaney and Callum Lancaster's relationship felt less like dating and more like supervising an oversized toddler. At nineteen, Callum Lancaster was tall, long-limbed, and came from a privileged background—but his mind seemed to have never fully caught up. He'd crouch in the middle of a busy street to tie Iris's shoelaces, or throw himself on the floor in a shopping mall over a stuffed toy, wailing without a shred of shame. Iris had grown accustomed to playing the "mature adult" in the relationship—irritated by his childishness, yet unable to resist the unguarded, clean reliance shining in his eyes. But that reliance shifted into something completely different once they were in bed. Two young people, utterly inexperienced, baring themselves to each other for the very first time. Callum knelt awkwardly beside the bed, completely at a loss, with no idea what came next. Iris bit her lower lip, thinking…