He nodded, turning his attention to the sleeping beauty on his couch. He frowned, thinking about how cold she must be feeling, shivering on the couch. "What do I do about you?" Declan murmured to himself before going over to check her temperature. Despite shivering, she felt hot to the touch, like placing your hand on a hot fire. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to her room. This was the second time she had gotten drunk this week alone, and he needed to know why.
After placing her on the bed, he turned to leave her room when he heard her trying to vomit. She was sitting up, eyes closed, and mouth focused on the floor.
"Oh no!" he exclaimed and ran towards her. "Hold it in, Mia. Don't you dare vomit on my floor!"