Larissa’s POV

The look of disappointment expressly written on his face still lingered like some bitter aftertaste in my mouth, even after two weeks. He looked pained when I stopped us from crossing that line. What was I even saying? Somehow, we already crossed that line a long time ago. We both just didn’t realize it. Maybe I did, but it was clear he did not.

I still did not understand his actions. We’d almost slept together, but he pushed me away after I stopped us albeit non-verbally. ...