"How much have you had to drink?" I somewhat already knew the answer to my question. He had to have had a lot to drink to smell that foul.
"Enough," he said as he lifted his head from the crook of my neck. "I have missed you, baby."
Somehow I managed to loosen from his grasp. I walked over to the door signaling for him to leave. If I didn't make him leave now, I knew I would just end up in bed with him.
"Samantha, you are going to make me leave with how drunk I am? What if something were to happen to me?" He stuck out his lip, pouting.
Putting our problems aside, I still cared about him deeply. Even if it was a stranger, I wouldn't be able to kick them out, not when they were in this state.
I shut the door then
