Elena
"Elena, sweetheart, you can't be in love with me," he scolds.
I hold him tighter. "But I do. I have for a while now, but I wasn't sure I could tell you," I sob in his chest.
"Why?" he asks against my neck.
"You've just been so closed off; I was scared of what you've been hiding from me. I used it as an excuse to keep myself at arm's length. The truth is, you've had my heart all along," I confess with my tears in his chest, soaking his shirt. Why can't I stop crying? This is so embarrassing, but I can't seem to stop.
His hold tightens around me, flushing my body right against his as he pushes his face further into my hair. I can feel those warm, soft lips assault the side of my neck ever so gently. His hands glide up my body to hold my face in his hands as he pulls himself far
