CHAPTER 10
Robert's Point-of-View
I somewhat clenched my eyes shut, anxiously waiting for Emma's response to my confession. I expected the worst – she would get up from her seat, yank my hood, and throw me out the door.
But instead, I received no answer. Which, in my opinion, is almost worse. She sat very still, picking at parts of her pizza that was still left on her plate.
"Em," I whispered. "Did you hear me?"
She slowly looked up from her food and made eye contact with me. "Yes, I heard you," she said softly. "I'm just thinking."
Damn it. It's never good when a girl is "thinking." That's what they always say before they kick me to the curb. I was used to it, of course, but I wouldn't let that happen this time. Not with Emma.
Instead of being infuriated by the lack of verbal conversation, I remained calm and collected, searching for the right words to say. Searching for the truth in my feelings for Emma. She had to know how much I cared for her.
I gradually reached my hand over hers, holding it tightly in mine. "What are you thinking?" I asked very sincerely.
Emma's voice was shaky, but she was able to answer my question. "She's in love with you." Her focus quickly snapped back to her plate, not wanting to see my reply to her consideration.
"But I'm not in love with her, Em," I said hopefully reassuringly. "Actually, I have never been in love," I admitted. "Emma, you are the only girl that I have met that I have actually fallen for."
She sniffed back tears and looked at me with wide eyes. "What?"
I cleared my throat and then nervously ran my hand through my messy hair. "I think," I stopped myself. "No. I know, that I am falling in love with you."