The journey to Delaney's room seemed longer than Merikh would have wanted and he kept clenching his jaw in annoyance and frustration. Delaney's breath on his bare skin was enough distraction, not to mention her fingers that kept massaging his hair while she mumbled some incoherent words in her drunken state.
"Open the door," he muttered and Delaney opened her heavy-lidded eyes to stare at his face. Instead of opening the door to her room, she grinned foolishly and Kept holding on to his neck.
"Open the door," Merikh hissed and she finally complied. He was quick to lay her on the bed but unfortunately for him, Delaney refused to let him go as she clung to him like a koala.
Merikh's nostrils flared in frustration as he tried controlling himself, but he felt Delaney wrap her legs around his back and he almost cursed at her.
Delaney was still feeling like she was floating in the air, only this time, the air seemed to be tangible and very warm.
