“Are you okay?” Mr. Varkas asked, jumping to his feet and rushing to me, where he handed me a glass of water.

With how hard I was coughing, I couldn't drink the water, and it just kept pouring out. Mr. Varkas took the glass from me, drank a mouthful himself, and before I could process what he was doing, he grabbed my jaw and pressed his lips to mine, forcing the water into my mouth.

My eyes widened and I swallowed on reflex, feeling his lips on mine. I stayed frozen, my hands clenched ...