Dove pov
Of all the possible mistakes I've stumbled into, this may be my biggest one.
I don't know what I'm doing, but I've decided to banish all rational thought in favour of tipsy impulse. Even in spite of the wine now curdling unfavourably in my stomach.
I'm at Claude's door because I'm sabotaging myself, and because Varian's request for me to come to his room has gotten into my head.
I know what will happen if I go there, and it's the marks fault.
So I stand at Claude's door, deciding that if I'm going to get the pleasure I'm craving, I'm going to get it in spite of the Alpha.I pound on the door before stepping back. If Claude has brought his date up here...I think I will collapse from embarrassment.
I shift from foot to foot. Shamefully, I left my heels back in Dev and I's guest
