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 h
