Chapter 87

With tears tracing the length of her face, Elena placed a hand against his chest and felt his heartbeat race as fast as her own.

But even though, nothing about the kiss—about the man—should have felt foreign, or wrong, or out of place, it did. And she couldn’t understand for the life of her—why?

They had done it so many times in the past. They had done more than kiss on the lips. There had been nights and days and mornings when they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, when they had lied and pretended to be sick just to spend some extra time with each other.

It should have come naturally to her, the kiss that is. The feeling of his lips on her should have felt the most right thing in the world—but it didn’t.

It didn’t.

In fact, it felt all wrong, misplaced and… she pushed against his chest and pulled away, gasping for breath.

When she finally got the strength to open her eyes, her vision still fogged from all the tears she had been crying, she found Richard looking at her. He looke