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 ...