Elena
His gaze blazes into mine; he takes his hands from me then rears back. "Elena, trust me -you don't want to know."
Just then, I notice how exhausted he looks. The bags under his eyes make him look haggard, his stubble around his face has grown out more, and his eyes are a little red. He still manages to look incredible despite how worn out he looks. Is the club wearing him thin?
Is it wrong of me to expect him to open up just like that? He needs to do it in his own time. I let out a quiet sigh to apologize. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't force you to let me in. However, I don't want there to be any secrets between us. If there is something that you're battling with or if something happened to you, I would hope that you'd find the courage to tell me. We are in a relationship now; we both h
