Lahat ng Kabanata ng Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 168

Emma’s POVI pushed through the heavy door of the nearest restroom, my heart doing a frantic tap-dance against my ribs. I didn't even look at the girl washing her hands; I just bolted into the last stall and clicked the lock. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the small space.I leaned my forehead against the cold, graffiti-covered metal door and just... breathed. Or tried to. Every time I took a breath, it felt like I was inhaling glass.Maternity hospital. Carter SUV. Rescheduled engagement."No," I whispered, my voice shaking. "No, Emma. Don't be that girl. Don't believe the campus radio."I pulled my phone out with trembling fingers. My thumb went straight to Snapchat, then Instagram. I scrolled through the stories, my eyes darting across every circle. Nothing. No grainy photos of Sophia in a clinic. No official 'Save the Date' from the Carter or Miller accounts. It was just the usual—people posting their lattes, someone complaining about the Monday morning traffic, and a few gym

Hannah’s POVMy fingers were practically freezing off as I stared down at my phone, pacing the length of the driveway. Monday mornings were already a designated circle of hell, but standing outside in the crisp air while my mind raced at a hundred miles an hour was making it infinitely worse. I pulled up my chat with Mia, my thumbs flying across the screen.[Hannah]: Mia, please tell me you guys are close. I’ve been standing out here for ten minutes and my toes are literally turning to ice.A second later, her reply popped up.[Mia]: We just left the intersection! Em is driving like she’s in the Grand Prix but looking like a zombie. Hang tight, Princess.I sighed, shoving my hands deep into my coat pockets.When Emma’s car finally screeched to a halt in front of me, the tension inside the cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I climbed into the back seat, trying to gauge the mood."Hey," I muttered, pulling my sunglasses down just a fraction. "Thanks for picking me up. My

Emma’s POV"Hold on, babe. I think we forgot the vitamins the doctor prescribed," Sophia’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. She took another step toward us, her heels clicking against the pavement before she suddenly stopped. Her eyes darted from Luca’s frozen face straight to mine, and then down to where Ethan was standing right next to me. "Wait a minute. What is she doing here?"My heart did a violent flip, but I wasn't about to stand there and look like a criminal caught in a trap. The sheer audacity of her voice made my blood boil. Before Luca could even open his mouth to speak, before he could offer any of his stupid, lying explanations, I turned my back completely on them.I reached out and grabbed Ethan’s hand, locking my fingers tightly through his."Come on, Ethan," I said, my voice loud enough for the entire parking lot to hear. I forced a bright, fake smile onto my face and looked up at him. "We are quite busy now. We really don’t have time to waste standing

Emma’s POVMy heart was doing a frantic, suffocating dance in my throat. I didn't wait to hear who was in that stall, and I certainly didn't wait for them to open the door. As soon as I heard the rustle of clothes and the clinking of a belt, I turned on my heel and bolted.I was moving so fast that I didn't even see the pink designer bag sitting on the sink. My shoulder clipped the edge of it with a sickening thud. The bag tumbled off the marble surface, hitting the tile floor with a loud, metallic jangle of its gold hardware.I didn't stop. I didn't look back. I practically flew out of the restroom, my chest heaving, my mind a chaotic storm of "he isn't the father" and "I have to get out of here."I burst out into the hallway, almost slamming into Ethan. He looked startled, his hands coming up to steady my shoulders. "Emma? Whoa, what is wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.""Nothing! It's nothing," I gasped, my voice thin and brittle. I grabbed his hand, my grip so tight my knu