Larson's POV

"Sorry," I whispered when I pulled back from the kiss. My gaze was lowered to the ground because I didn't want to see the angry look on her face.

The last time I kissed her, she was so upset that she asked me to leave her room. This time, I was expecting her to walk away.

"You really like kissing, huh? Is it your hobby to kiss women who talk to you?" she asked as I looked up coldly.

"Do you see me going around kissing whoever talks to me?" I asked back ...