Pushing my way through the crowd. Some guys in that look like they could be in college with their shaggy blond hair, sloppy smiles and wandering hands.
They catcall me as I hurry through the crowd. I roll my eyes in distaste, they look barely above nineteen years. They shouldn’t be in here drinking that much liquor and causing a ruckus.
“Hey Sugar. Let me treat you to a drink.” One of them that grabs my hand and tries to pull me towards himself whispers in my ear arrogantly. I recoil in disgust. Unlike Reid’s touch that made me tingle and feel electricity moving through my body, making every end nerve in my body feel like they were on edge this young boy’s touch repulses me. And I want to knock his teeth off for putting his hands on me without permission or my consent.
“No thanks.” I
