Carmine's POV
The last two days have been horrible.
She won't look at me. She won't speak to me. She kissed me goodnight, but they were emotionless and meaningless, and I found myself hurt by them. I miss her playfulness, her anger, and her lust. Anything is better than the cold shoulder she's been giving me.
When Gianni stops in front of the library, Delilah doesn't even wait for the SUV to stop before climbing out of the car, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and walking to the entrance to meet her friends for the study session.
I sigh and start to get out, but Gianni stops me. "She's very strong, but you'll need to soften a bit if you want this to work."
"I can't." I hang my head, watching her vanish into the library without even looking back at me to see if I'm following. "I can't afford to be soft."
