His Story

[Anthrose’s POV]

I wait as Chanel continues to stand in front of me, clearly staring me down, debating whether or not she should attempt to push again, but in the end deciding against it.

“Alright,” she mutters, taking me by surprise. “Since my ego can’t take anymore hits this evening, I’ll let you off.”

Sighing, I let a small chuckle out as my adoration for the woman in front of me grows.

“That’s wisest,” I agree. “Now, how about you try to get some sleep.”

“I don’t wanna,” she pouts, returning to the Chanel that I know. “And I’m not tired.”

“You sound like a child,” I point out. “Be good and go lay down so you can sleep off your drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” she announces, attempting to move but stumbling. “Whoops,” she giggles. “I guess maybe I am a little.”

“More than a little,” I counter, unable to ignore the smell of alcohol in the air. “Come on, to bed with you.”

“Alright, alright, dad.” Chanel sighs, beginning to move but stopping as I reach out and grab her wrist. “What is it?”

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