The shock was there for barely even a second before the full extent of the situation registered in my brain and I finally had a reaction. I moved my head to stop Alistair's lips from touching mine, while my right hand went push his fingers away from my cheek
“What are you doing?” I ask, adrenaline now pumping through my veins, as Alistair's hand grips my wrist. Is he insane? Am I?
Some deep rooted instinct tells me that I should be afraid of this man, while I am fighting it and refusing to acknowledge this is actually happening. Alistair is a good guy, he's Adam's friend for crying out loud. He would never make a move on Adam's girlfriend, especially forcing himself on her. Would he?
A bucket of ice cold water in the form of Alistair's next words, settles that debate for me.
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