Chapter 19
(Emma’s POV)
Long after Luca had hurried out, I was still in the library, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the still space. I detested myself because his kiss still made my lips tingle. He made me feel confined, helpless, and worst of all, alive, and I detested that.
I placed my fingers to my lips, trembling my hands as if I could erase the memory of his touch. However, despite my best efforts, the fire he started would not go out. He was utterly annoying, controlling, and smothering.
However, beneath the layers of hate and anger, somewhere deep within me, was a horrible truth: every time he got close, my body betrayed me. It made me hate him.
I grabbed the nearest book off the table and hurled it across the room. It hit the far wall with a dull thud, the so
