Nursery Rhymes

"That's my girl. And I want you to keep practising the self-defence techniques I taught you. Can you do that?" Zyair asked, revelling in the touch of her smooth hands combing his hair.

"I will until you resume teaching me again." She bobbed her head in affirmation. Her heart easing, his hair were so silky to touch just as she had assumed them to be.

"Let's drink to that," Zyair declared proudly and pointed to the other bag he had picked up earlier from the liquor store.

Skyla giggled and grabbed it. They were so getting drunk today. Opening it she extracted the bottle of expensive red wine he had brought.

She uncorked it and it came off with a small pop sound. Skyla brought the bottle to her lips and took a big swig out of it. The liquid jiggled inside the bottle as it tilted down her throat leaving a fruity lingering taste in her mouth.