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Confused

Chapter 25

Larissa’s POV

The bed felt the most uncomfortable since I had come here. I used to be grateful for having a roof over my head and such a bed to sleep in after so long, now I wasn’t so sure anymore.

His eyes had grown even colder towards me ever since that day at the balcony, why the hell did I even cry? Saying I wasn’t confused was some serious understatement. He kept saying one thing, yet his body did another.

What even was I doing with him? Why did I keep letting myself find excuses for his actions? He kissed me and was acting like nothing at all had happened. If anything, I was certain he was disgusted by it.

He’d told me how filthy I was so many times; how would he even see me in any other light? I pushed the pillows away to where the head board would have been if I had one, ultimately deciding to sprawl my hair across the bed to substitute for the uncomfortable pillow while staring at the blank ceilings.

But he wanted to say something this morning. Although his eyes
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