Danielle threw her whole body against the door, wedging her foot at the base as Seth pushed from the other side.
“I heard that,” he said flatly.
“Heard what?” she called, too quickly.
She cracked open two bottles in a rush, chugging them back-to-back like it might somehow make her feel better faster.
The door slammed open, her resistance no match for him.
Seth stepped inside, eyes narrowing on the two empty bottles and the third unopened one.
“You know what,” he said, voice low and sharp.
He didn’t have to elaborate. She knew.
His gaze didn’t waver. “You don’t need that.”
One tear slipped down Danielle’s cheek. She wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand and let out a frustrated sigh.
“I just… I didn’t ask for any of this.”
She unscrewed the cap to the last bottle, hands
