“Don’t get me wrong, I like you a lot; but not enough to taste vomit.” Compressing his lips together and flaring his nostrils, Eshe plays off her hurt feelings.
“No, yeah, I wouldn’t kiss me either,” she shrugs her shoulders and turns her back to him, heading for the kitchen until he snatches her hand and forces her to face him. Pulling her into a comforting embrace, he kisses the top of her head while stroking her hair.
“Don’t you dare think it’s because I don’t want to. I just don’t want it to be like this.” She remains silent for a while, his grip loosening to check on her. A snore echoes in her sinuses as he shakes his head with a humorous disposition before scooping her up and carrying her into her bedroom. Laying her on the bed and removing her boots, he carefully tucks her in then pauses, gazing upon her sleeping face for a moment before taking a pillow from the other side of the bed and going into the living room to get some sleep on the couch.