"Get off me, you piece of garbage!" I shouted, swinging at his face.

But he only tightened his grip and crushed his lips again mine. The shock froze me in place. How long had it been since our last kiss? A year? Two? Three or four? The thought barely settled before reality crashed in—I fought like hell to break free.

"Let go of me!" I thrashed against him.

He wouldn't budge!

Desperation kicked in—he was trying to deepen the kiss when I ...