Emma’s POV"No, Luca, don't," I choked out, my hands immediately flying up to push against his hard, solid chest. "Don't do this to me right now. Just stop.""Please, Emma," he pleaded, his voice completely cracking as he completely ignored my pushing hands and pulled me tightly into his body. "Just let me hold you. Just for one single second.""Let me go!" I cried, a loud, broken sob tearing through my throat. My hands rolled into tight fists, and I started hitting his chest over and over again, my vision completely blurred by thick, hot tears. "I hate you so much! Why are you doing this to me? Why do you always come here and hurt me like this?""I'm sorry, Em. I'm so incredibly sorry," he murmured deeply into my hair, his arms locking around my waist like solid iron bands, pulling me so close I could hear the rapid, violent thudding of his heart right against my cheek. "Hit me all you want. Break my ribs if you have to. Just don't push me away right now. Please, Emma, I am literally
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