Chapter 47
An hour later, Traiver went inside the room. He smelled like alcohol but he's not drunk. They probably have drunk a lot of liquor.
"I'll just take a shower," he informed me before he got into the bathroom. He knew that I'm so sensitive that's why he avoided getting my mood upset even just by the smell of alcohol.
I carefully leaned my back against the headboard and covered my legs with the comforter. I took Aver's phone and played with it while waiting for him to be done. It didn't take long for him to finish anyway.
He lowered himself on the bed and gave me a stolen kiss on the lips. I giggled and playfully pulled his hair.
"Your hair is still wet," I said. "Will you let me dry it for you?"
He smiled. "It'd be a pleasure."
"Great, then."
He picked me up and put me down
