'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.

'I don't know!" he ...