“Stop it, Nathan. You’re hurting me, and you’re drunk,” I say, trying to get free.
Nathan handles me so hard that the pain radiates to my wrist, and I must keep from wincing. Ignoring what I said and he pulls me closer, fondling my breast. I’m still trying to get away, but he holds me tighter as his hands are unrelenting, squeezing anything he can touch.
“Why are you here, Nathan?” I ask, frustrated already.
“I thought you broke up with me for canceling again,” he chides.
“Then why did you come over if I broke up with you?” pushing his hands away.
“To makeup, of course,” he says, sloppily kissing my neck.
Nathan again starts pawing at me, trying to get into my robe, and manages to untie it. Pulling it open, he becomes more brutish with my breast, breathing heavily on my nape.
“Natha
