Cara's pov
In hindsight, I knew that this was a terrible idea but I couldn't think properly through the angry roaring in my head.
His fingers were digging into my waist, my hips. His tongue was thrusted down my throat. I was becoming uncomfortable and wondered at what point Luca and Cadain will walk in on us.
Blondie went on with his sloppy kisses, not at all noticing my withdrawal. I was getting sick of it so I placed my hands to his chest to push him away, mentally preparing myself for the excuse I'd give him– I was drunk and dizzy and needed to rest.
I gave him a soft but firm push, a gasp leaving my mouth as he flew to the opened door. I stared at where he was now sprawled on the floor, my lashes fluttering in shock as I tried to pull my intoxicated thoughts together. I mulled ov
