Chapter 50 K I S S And Make Up

• Cara’s pov
• I was a terrible, terrible person. A shitty individual, I was no different from Hitler and every other vile human to ever exist. Luca sat inches away from me, his face permanently concentrated on the window, appearing indifferent and impassive.
• But I knew, I'd seen it, the hurt that had cut through his gaze like a butcher's knife before refracting into my heart, slicing it into halves. I hadn't thought it was possible, I never looked at Luca Salvatore as just a man so it never occurred to me that his feelings could be crushed.