He detached himself more readily than she had expected but she was relieved all the same. She hoped it took him a long time to find the drinks and an even longer time to get back. Tig was starting to contemplate wandering a few feet away so that it would make it harder for him to find her but it was too late, he was only a couple feet away.
It never occurred to her to suspect he might have tampered with her drink, it wasn't like he had ever slipped things into her drinks in the past, why would she start to suspect him now? Besides, she was far more concerned that he might grab her around the waist again, or that he'd call her his 'dear' again in that tone of voice. What even was that tone of voice? She wasn't really that thirsty but if she didn't drink it it was the same as telling him that she hadn't really wanted a drink but his arm had been bothering her, so she took a large sip while scowling at him through her mask. She probably should have thanked him but anyone within earshot was less likely to notice her rudeness by omission as opposed to a very insincere 'thank you'.
Tig took a subtle, half step away from him just to make sure that if he tried to touch her again it would be more difficult. Her hand was already reaching for a fan that wasn't there when she realized she was getting increasingly warm, too warm. She balled her hand into a fist and drank more champagne, that would hopefully cool her down. Why was it getting warmer for no apparent reason? It wasn't like she was flushed and she wasn't standing next to a fire. She wanted to excuse herself and stand outside for a few moments but then he might follow and he could probably get away with more out there, out from under the watchful eyes of everyone inside. She eyed him suspiciously. Was it his doing? "It's a little chilly in here, don't you think?" Surely if he had something to do with it, that would prompt some telling behavior? She realized after it was too late that she might have provided him with the perfect excuse to get close to her again under the guise of warming her up and that was doubly unappealing to her now.
It never occurred to her to suspect he might have tampered with her drink, it wasn't like he had ever slipped things into her drinks in the past, why would she start to suspect him now? Besides, she was far more concerned that he might grab her around the waist again, or that he'd call her his 'dear' again in that tone of voice. What even was that tone of voice? She wasn't really that thirsty but if she didn't drink it it was the same as telling him that she hadn't really wanted a drink but his arm had been bothering her, so she took a large sip while scowling at him through her mask. She probably should have thanked him but anyone within earshot was less likely to notice her rudeness by omission as opposed to a very insincere 'thank you'.
Tig took a subtle, half step away from him just to make sure that if he tried to touch her again it would be more difficult. Her hand was already reaching for a fan that wasn't there when she realized she was getting increasingly warm, too warm. She balled her hand into a fist and drank more champagne, that would hopefully cool her down. Why was it getting warmer for no apparent reason? It wasn't like she was flushed and she wasn't standing next to a fire. She wanted to excuse herself and stand outside for a few moments but then he might follow and he could probably get away with more out there, out from under the watchful eyes of everyone inside. She eyed him suspiciously. Was it his doing? "It's a little chilly in here, don't you think?" Surely if he had something to do with it, that would prompt some telling behavior? She realized after it was too late that she might have provided him with the perfect excuse to get close to her again under the guise of warming her up and that was doubly unappealing to her now.
