Chapter 642

• “I … I …” she stammered and then got even more emotional, falling to pieces in his arms and gripping him tightly as floodgates of tears and sobbing opened up. All he could do was cling right back on and bury his face in her hair helplessly. His heart upped a beat, and fear returned to gnaw at his insides. Emma wasn’t much of a crier, and whenever she did, he hated it. It made him feel pretty much like it did now, as though his insides were being twisted out most excruciatingly.
• “Don’t cry, bambino … Please, Emma … I didn’t think telling you I loved you would cause this,” he said hoarsely, tensing his arms around her and just trying so hard to mold every line and curve to him while supporting her. “Say something.”
• Anything, please … Tell me you want this.