Danielle narrowed her eyes, glaring at Seth. Who the hell did he think he was, marching in and demanding to know what they were doing? They were having fun, that’s what. At least, they had been. Before he barged in with his stupidly perfect jawline and judgy tone.
“OH, LOOK WHO IT IS.”
Seth’s expression flickered—annoyance, then confusion, and finally concern, all in the span of a heartbeat. “…What do you mean?”
Danielle stumbled to her feet, only to be hit by a sudden wave of nausea and dizziness. She froze, swallowing hard, blinking rapidly against the spinning room. The pressure in her bladder made itself known again, reminding her she had been looking for the bathroom… but now she had a different mission.
Pointing an accusatory finger at Seth, she slurred out, “You don’t love me.”
