♧Astrid♧
"Don't touch me," I muttered, stepping away from whoever was behind me. Whether he heard me or not, he acted like he didn’t.
"You're doing so good, baby!" Ophelia yelled over the pounding music. I knew coming here was a mistake. It was supposed to be just one drink while I listened to an obviously drunk Ophelia pour out her heart.
But that one drink turned into two, then four, and now here I was—on a crowded dance floor with some random guy pressed up against me.
"Come on, Phil, we need to leave. Now." I grabbed her wrist, but she just shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"I don’t think so," she mouthed.
And then I felt it again —hands, rough and unwelcome, touching me where they shouldn’t.
I turned abruptly. And a dark-haired man grinned, his teeth flashing in th
