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I tried to push him away, my palms flat against his chest, but the more I struggled, the tighter his arms became around me. It wasn’t just a hold. It was a pull, a desperate, unrelenting grip that felt like it came from somewhere deeper than just drunken impulse. His body was warm against mine, solid, heavy, and trembling slightly, and that trembling spread to me like a fever I didn’t ask for.

“Terrence…” The name slipped out of my lips like a secret I wasn’t ...