“When do you plan on telling her?” Elliot asked me while we were cuddling in my room—the guest room.
I looked down at our hands interlocked and sighed. “After this fiasco,” I replied before looking into his eyes.
He only stared at me before nodding. “Okay. I understand,” he stated before leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “How was your day?”
I bit my lower lip. “It was good,” I started. “I bought some bags and some presents for Paul.”
“Were you not hurt when all that happened in that restaurant?” he asked while his eyes are already busy scanning my body.
I chuckled and cupped his cheek. “I’m okay, Elliot. Don’t worry about me. I was in the scene but I was busy recording the whole thing,” I snickered and grabbed my phone from the bedside table to show him the video of Graziella de
