71|Sure of What?

~Elena~

I wanted to run into his arms, squeeze the life out of him, but something was holding me back.

I stepped back, rubbed my left arm with my right hand, gaze flickering down on the tip of my boots, remembering the need to remove them.

Looking behind him, the door was still open.

“Uhm, excuse me.” I skirted past Declan, picked Thatcher’s flowers and wine, and brought them to the kitchen. The c