Although I'm always upset but I can't see any hatred on their eyes.

"I told you, I have my way, hon." He said. While playing with my hair. And it seemed to be amusing as a few strands of my hair slipped into his hand.

"And what way is that?" I asked him.

"Oh, how I miss your smell, hon. I miss this wavy hair of yours. I miss you" He said with his manly voice, and tightened his embrace with me even more. And planted small kisses on my forehead. Down to my earlobe. I pinched his chest when he bit it because of the tickle I felt.

He...