Bitter Realization

Clara's back hit the door with a thud. She glared up at him. "Declan! What the hell are you doing?"

But Declan just reached out, his fingers brushing her hair aside, and his eyes landed on the hickey on her neck.

They were so close that Clara could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Let go of me!" Clara shouted. She struggled with all her might, but Declan'