72|Bad, Dirty Things

~Elena~

My breath caught. “Declan…”

“Elena… I love you,” he murmured, sincerity lacing each syllable.

Since I was a teenager, I have longed to hear him say those words. Back then, I imagined how it would feel at the receiving end of his confession. I imagined millions of butterflies flying out of their cage and fluttering inside my belly. I imagined seeing the sunrise after an entire night of the