Emilia hadn’t planned to see Luca that evening, but fate had other ideas.
As she stepped out of the bookstore, the air crisp with the lingering warmth of the day, she saw him leaning against a lamppost across the street. Waiting.
Her pulse quickened. Why did he always have this effect on her?
Luca pushed off the post and walked toward her, his expression unreadable. “You avoided me today.”
She hesitated. “I needed time to think.”
“And?” He searched her face, his blue eyes dark under the streetlights.
Emilia crossed her arms. “And I don’t know what this is, Luca. We keep dancing around something that—” She exhaled sharply. “Something that hurt before.”
He stepped closer. “I know I hurt you. And I can’t change the past. But I won’t let fear decide what happens next.”
Her heart clenched. That was the problem. She was afraid.
Luca reached for her hand but stopped just short of touching her. A silent question.
She could walk away, keep her walls up.
Or she could take a step forward.
With a deep breath, Emilia closed the space between them.
And just like that, their unfinished conversation continued