My father walked over to me. He stood in front of me as he raised my chin to look up at him. "What do you need me to do to help you feel better?" he asked. I don't know when he changed, but I noticed he was wearing sweatpants and had no shirt on as I looked up.
I leaned forward, placing my forehead on my father's stomach as I raised my hands. Placing them on his stomach above my head. "s**t, Dad. I am soooo drunk. It is roasting in here."
My father started massaging the top of my head. He asked, "Feel good?"
"Oh my God. Yes, that feels so good." It was helping me feel more comfortable. He slowly moved his hand to massage the back of my neck. I moved my head to help his hand navigate my head and neck. I was getting caught up in the moment as my head rolled back and forth on his stomach.
