“I’m sorry for lying to you,” I whisper. He bends his head until our noses are barely an inch apart. “About what?” “About you being in love with me,” I choke out. The corners of Luca’s lips curve up. “But you weren’t lying, Isabella.” His hand leaves my chin to travel down along my neck and chest, then around my waist to the small of my back. “You see, I was already crazy about you, way before the crash.” My breath catches. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “I’m so sorry for being a moron, Isa. For pushing you away, even after I fell in love with you”
