Chapter 97

• His other hand came to my hair. His fingers picked at the blonde tresses bringing the long strands up to his nose and he ran his nose over them inhaling deeply, I suddenly detested my long hair, "It's dark under here love, do you want to have a panic attack? What if you had one while I was absent and I wouldn't have been here to calm you down." He dropped my hair and brought his face closer to mine brushing his cheek against mine and I wrung my nose in disgust at the stench of alcohol, "What?" He asked noticing my expression.
• "I do not like that smell." I complained referring to the alcohol.
• "I am sorry baby, won't happen again."