Whose Room Is This?

Gideon opened the car door, wrinkling his nose at the sharp sting of alcohol filling the space.

Hazel thrashed against the leather seat, waving her hands frantically. "I can't drink anymore... No more..."

"Then don't drink," Gideon muttered. He shoved her arms away and sat in the driver's seat. "Why make yourself suffer?"

Throughout the drive, Hazel didn't make things easy. She tossed agains