Elena stayed wrapped in Adam’s arms, her thoughts racing. The weight of her secret loomed over her like a shadow, threatening to unravel the fragile happiness she’d found in his embrace. She closed her eyes, willing herself to savor the moment, the warmth of his body, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
But she couldn’t ignore the ache in her chest—the part of her screaming that he deserved to know the truth.
“Adam,” she began softly, her voice trembling.
He pulled back slightly to look at her, concern etched across his features. “What is it?”
She hesitated, her throat tightening. The words seemed impossible to form. Instead of speaking, she reached up, cupping his face, and kissed him softly. It wasn’t an attempt to distract him but a way to hold onto the connection they had, if o
