Felt like an eternity, as I felt his touch once again as he let go of me and traced his finger on my face before pulling me into another hug once again. My hands fell limp on my sides as I stood there unmoving engulfed in his arms.
“Are you drunk?” I managed to mumble.
“Yes, you are!” I said once I smelled the alcohol on his shirt and breath.
“Let go!” I tried to pull away fighting with my own inner feelings and resistance of not wanting to be separated from him.
“Stay in my arms,” was what he said and I felt him stroking my hair.
“What are you doing? Here?” I mumbled putting my forehead on his shoulder as I felt him stroking my hair tightening his grip on my waist.