Bab 92: 92. drunken flirting...

After much thought and efforts, he had picked Isla up, and to his amazement, once again, he was fine. It just felt natural, like picking her up in his arms was something that he normally did. And she nestled into his chest even more comfortably, sinking her head there like he was her pillow, and he loved the feeling. The feeling of her inching in closer to him, he missed it, he could smell her hair, it still smells the same, only today it had a hint of alcohol in it.

But he could not deny it, even with the smell of alcohol, he still loved it. It made him feel some kind of calmness, the kind that he always felt whenever she held him close. Damn he was falling for her all over again.