Holding me in his arms quite tightly, Shelton was increasing his strength little by little, making my body attached to that of his closely.

I could sense the shallow scent of alcohol in his breath.

He was drunk.

Feeling a little nervous, I said, "Because I'm not sure..."

"Then you have to tell me at least. Otherwise, I'll think that you don't trust me and that you are even..." Shelton paused for a moment before adding, "On guard against me."

What he had said was right. I was indeed on guard against him.

At the first beginning, thinking that I would leave him, I didn't tell him anything about this...