Elena's Pov
“I did.”
Russo looked like he was battling with himself more than with me.
“Why?” he asked, his face red, his veins bulging as if they were about to pop.
There's no need to blurt out my feelings to someone. I had promised myself I wouldn't do that again. I had promised myself I wouldn't feel this way again.
“No reason.” I bent my head down, but he drew it back up, making me look him straight in the eye.
“Answer.”
I looked at my supposed ‘nice’ husband. I knew he still loved his late wife; it was written all over him. Which meant that telling him anything right now wouldn't make a difference.
His grip on me tightened, and it hurt so much that it stung.
“Answer me!” I shook with fervor at his tone.
“Yes! I kissed you!” I closed my eyes as I made my confession. I didn't
