Andre's hands were hovering on the sides of my head, his fingers barely grazing my ears. His face drew closer to mine, his kind hazel eyes showing me his intent, giving me the chance to pull away.
But I didn't.
What was the point of resisting? He was the man I would marry. He had only shown me kindness and care. Ever since I had decided to accept my fate and cast off the emotional baggage that was weighing me down, I realized it was easy to care for Andre too.
It wasn't love. But if I allow myself to, maybe it could be.
As soon as that thought came to me, an image of Luca's face burned brightly in my mind's eye.
I turned my face away before Andre could kiss me.
"I can't," I whispered.
He stepped away and leaned against the parapet with his hands in his face. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I didn't know what came over me… I'm sorry."
"No, Andre, don't apologize. It's just—"
