Take me with you

He was drunk as hell. He almost tripped but I held him. He was wrapped in my arms. I was able to feel his warm breath. I them reminded myself and got away from him but he pulled my hand, "Leon please let me go."

"Why should I? You are my wife. You should stay close to me." He was gliding his hands down my body. No, I was not making a drunken mistake again.

"You are my wife. You are supposed to stay close to me, aren't you?" He rested his head on mine. He brushed my skin with his lips.

"Let's go upstairs Leon."

"Ok" He chuckled.

"What's so funny? Why are you lauging?"

"It's you face. It is funny"

"You think my face is funny Leon?"

"It is so tiny and your eyes."

"Yeah I know my eyes are funny too." I walked away but he pulled me closer to him. "No your eyes are not funny. They are pretty. I have never seen such pretty eyes. But..."

"But what?" I asked.

He caressed my face, "But they look sad. Why is it?"

How was I supposed to tell him that he was the reason why. He was looking so cute.