CYNTHIA's P O V

At first, Johnny's sweaty body pushed me onto an empty bed, and I tried my best to push him away, but he positioned himself on top of my weary frame, placed his head in front of mine, and started kissing my neck. ‘‘Get… off me!’’ I put out every ounce of effort I could have to drive him away, but I was simply not strong enough.

I held my breath as the realization hit me like a tonne of bricks.

I fell for a trap.

And I was completely clueless as to why I was feeling so feeble. Even though I hadn't finished the bottle, I...