Luca’s face instantly darkened, and he grabbed my arms gently but firmly. "What? No. Don't say that," he pleaded.
In the last couple of days of constantly asked myself if he cares and when we're having s*x l can see the way he looks at me and I'm convinced he does and in the morning he looks at me like he hates me.
it's a whiplash but now he was looking at me like he couldn't handle living without me and it was actually the only time where it was necessary for me to leave.
I'm not surprised though because I'm one of those people who have the worst luck in the world.
"Talk to me. Make me understand what the hell is going on. I know that monster hurt you." he begged me and the fact that he was looking at me hoping that I would explain and give him answers that I couldn't was heartbreaki
