ALEX.
He moved too fast.
One second, there was space between us. The next, he was right behind me—so close I could smell his breath, feel the heat of his body. Panic rushed through me before I could even think.
“Stop,” I tried to say, my voice shaking.
He didn’t.
His hand grabbed my arm, his fingers digging in hard, and then there was a sharp tearing sound. The sleeve of my dress ripped immediately with his pull, sliding down my arm. Cold air hit my skin, and fear exploded inside my chest.
“Let go of me!” I shouted, struggling.
I tried to pull back, tried to push him away, but he was stronger. My heart slammed against my ribs, my breath coming out in short, broken gasps.
“Please,” I said, my voice cracking. “Please, don’t.”
The next thing I saw was the swift rise of his hand.
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