The expression on Darius' face tells me he was serious and that he had no intention of simply allowing me to walk away right now. I can feel my whole body tensing while silence settles between us. He seems unbothered, and I can only wonder what the hell is going on through that thick skull of his.
He is close enough that I can almost feel his scent. It's soft, unexpectedly gentle, and it simply reminds of a baked pie. He doesn't reek of alcohol as I had expected.
"You're drunk. Let go of me." I hiss and tug at my arm, but the man is adamant.
He doesn't let go of me and my anxiety spikes at newfound heights.
"I haven't touched alcohol tonight."
"I saw you-"
"Alcohol free beer is a thing, Nora." he informs me, and I feel foolish for even trying to reason with him.
"Let go of me, Dar
