I’m so nervous. Trying to reason with drunk Nathan is complicated when his buddy is around. I must do something with my hands, or I will start shaking. I quickly clean up the beer bottles on the table and leave the room, hoping Nathan doesn’t follow.
I take a deep breath to settle myself before returning for the plates. Nathan isn’t finished trying to entice me. He pinches my ass, pulling me back to him. Smelling horrid, he kisses me aggressively, making me gag.
“It’s time to go, Nathan,” I say again with conviction.
“Babe, I need it,” he says gruffly, pawing at my clothes.
“Please, Nathan, I’m tired and not in the mood,” I don’t want to fight going slack in his arms.
“But see, I can always help with that and get you there,” he moves his hands to unbutton my jeans.
Daniel’s eyes sho
