Mathew.

She placed her hands on my shoulder.

Her touch was light but unwanted.

I already felt her hot breathing fanning my neck.

Close enough to smell her perfume mixed with desperation.

I turned slowly, locking eyes with her.

I shot her a side glance filled with annoyance that burned like fire.

"Don't touch me," I said sternly, my voice low and dangerous.

I shrugged her off hard.

She pulled her hand back hesitantly, fingers trembling.

She wiped her tears with the back of ...