>Mallory
"Seriously, what's wrong with her?" I groaned the moment I stepped inside the house. I kicked off my shoes, the soft thud against the marbled floor echoing slightly. Hanging my jacket over the arm of the sofa, I sank into the cushions for a second, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.
Does she have a problem? But…why would she kiss me all of a sudden?
My mind kept spinning in circles, trying to make sense of it.
"Arghh…I have no idea," I muttered, scratching my head with a mix of annoyance and confusion. The question kept gnawing at me, and I had no answers.
I was just about to head upstairs to my room when a familiar sound stopped me in my tracks—light, hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. I turned, and my heart lifted when I saw Asher running toward me, bare feet padding across the polished floor. His little arms stretched wide, and a string of giggles spilled from him, filling the house with a warmth that made me smile.
