Emma

I capture his lips in a wild kiss, our warm breath mingling. His body goes stiff, holding himself back from returning my kiss.

I can feel his resistance coiling through him. Forcing my lips on him, his fingers wrap tightly around my arms, pushing me aside.

His eyes glimmer under the light, glassy and foggy like he's lost but struggling to hold on to reality.

He shakes his head, swaying just a little. “No….No, this-this is not right, Emma,” he slurs.

My heart tightens in fury. He is drunk for crying out loud. Yet he has the strength to resist me.

I get to my feet and drag his...