Page 94 of Insta Bride

We’d fought.

We’d had mad, crazy sex.

I’d never felt happier, or loved.

“Elena?” Danielle asked again. “You look like a woman still on her honeymoon.”

“I feel like it,” I’d oozed satisfaction and happiness.

“So, tell me about life with the charismatic and sexy, Kye Branson.”

“It’s great. I mean, we started off in my place but a month ago, moved into his place—although I should be calling it our place. We’re like any other married couple. He works, I work, and we work at our marriage.”

“Does it need a lot of work, I mean, in the bedroom?” Danielle leaned in to whisper, “Tell me, girl to girl, is he as good as he looks?”

My friends laughed and started mocking my blushing which almost matched the hue on the TV. No, I hadn’t been able to answer. When it came to sex and Kye, there were no words.

“Okay, then let’s move onto something easier to talk about, although I’m going to need more details off camera.”

“Fine, I mean, I don’t like to kiss and tell.”

It was almost as hard to avoid answering Danielle’s questions as it was to avoid my friends. I guess, that’s why she was one of Australia’s most popular journalists.

“What’s the most romantic thing Kye’s done for you without expecting anything in return?”

At least the camera hadn’t caught my deer in the headlights look. Although, the pause itself was telling.

“Come on, spill the juice. Is he selfish or selfless? When was the last time he did something for you without expecting anything in return?”

Again, I hadn’t meant for the dramatic pause.

“Elena?”

“Kye can be romantic.” I’d admitted, expecting to see footage of him bringing me coffee, or our fantasy date on the boat, or even walking hand-in-hand along the beach. No. My truth was rewarded with snippets of Kenzie talking about how romantic Benjamin could be.

I wanted to hate the way she glowed, talking about the way Benjamin loved to brush her hair each night. I wanted to see the way the cameras had captured Kye and I. But instead, Kenzie and Benjamin were edited to be the loved up couple I knew they weren’t, while Kye and I were a ticking time bomb.

“Love. Are you in love with Kye?”

“I don’t think I want to talk about it, at least on camera.”

“Does he love you?” I’d shrugged.

“Come on, Elena, has he said he loves you?”

“I’m pretty sure he only loves himself and his mother.” I’d meant it as a joke, but it had been edited as the truth.

“Oh, harsh,” Jess offered her glass to congratulate. “Harsh, but totes respect.”

“Last question, are you ready?”

“Hit me.”

“The two of you started the island as strangers and three weeks later you were married.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds crazy,” I’d admitted. Sitting with my friends now, I couldn’t remember what had come next.

“Before the island, what was the craziest thing you’d done?”

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