He heaved and nodded. He touched my waist to calm me down.
"You should have told me ..." My voice trembled.
"I don't know how. I don't want to hurt you."
I cussed softly in frustration.
"I'm going to be hurt and hurt, Wilson. But I wish you'd said so that I was prepared," I said emphatically and drained the wine glass.
"I'm sorry, Elena. I just thought that it's better to discover it in your own. I also thought because you don't want to hear any news about him."
I sighed and calmed myself. If it's anything I'm feeling right now I shouldn't affect other people. Wilson just wanted to protect me from the pain. I shouldn't be mad at him. I shouldn't be too impulsive just because I saw Morris with another woman.
"It's okay, Wil. I'm sorry, too."
