#Chapter309
/"I’m waiting on it, Emma./" His voice was low and pained, hating himself for his tone and acting this way after the way he had just kissed her. He was an emotional mess and had been for months. He just couldn’t bear any of this anymore, and he needed her to just say it.
/"On what?/" She sounded young and vulnerable, doe-eyed, and meek. He wanted to punch himself in the face for his sudden change toward her, but he couldn’t help it. Part of him was back peddling and getting ready for another scene that left him here and Emma walking away, preparing for another stab in the heart.
/"The door to hit me in the face again; another reason you think we shouldn’t be together./" He said it sardonically, his tone flat as though already resigned that this was too good to be true. He felt the overwhelming fear rising up his spine, knowing from experience that her kissing him back meant nothing.
