Unforeseen Arrest

Hazel had no idea how long had passed, or how much progress Clayton made—or if he was done with applying the ointment.

She had basically lost all patience when she suddenly felt the touch of his cool lips on her waist, away from the bruise.

She wheeled on him right then, stumbling backward and shoving herself against the mirror, bristling as she snapped at Clayton, "What do you think you're doing?