Prince hugged her again. She was in a different dimension whenever he touched a single part of her body. Prince didn't even retaliate as he pulled her closer to his nose. Aria was bewildered on what to do. She was helpless in his arms.
Prince sniffed in her scent, and he whispered, "You smelled roses. I like it."
Aria hitched her breath. How can Prince's mouth be as flowery as the path she's taking?
"You're drunk, Prince. Let's go upstairs." Aria tried to unclasp from his grasp but he was too strong.
Prince didn't let her go and stayed there, gripping him strongly. Aria doesn't have any choice but to soothe his back, and be able to calm down. Prince grunted, chuckling, but Aria whispered it's all going to be fine. When he got wobbly, Aria took the opportunity to bring him to the nearest couch.
Prince lies on the soft pillows, and become withdrawn to sleep.
