CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

INNOCENT BOY

When she woke up the next morning, that was the first thing she remembered. The kiss she had given him. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she covered her face. "Damn it, why did I do that?!" She scolded herself for verbally attacking him for no reason, damn it, she was really drunk! But mostly for kissing him.

Unconsciously, she placed a finger on her lips and smiled. Okay, she had liked kissing him, she couldn't lie to herself, right? He didn't respond, he just stood there, maybe even with his eyes open when she put her lips on his, unresponsive. Of course, she had barged into his house like a crazy person, accused him, insulted him, and kissed him! How did she expect him to react? He must have thought she was bipolar, at the very least! He had sent her a message.

Grabbing her phone, she reread the message with her heart racing. Yes, he had really sent her a message.

"What the hell is this, the door is locked?" Dercy knocked on the door of the living room. "It's locked, g