Page 114 of Breaking the Rules

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This is too familiar.

The vodka.

The music.

The pressure of his hands.

He's not Vinnie. This isn't like that.

But, it's all there.

My head pounding the couch.

His belt scrapping my thigh.

The tug of rubber as he forced himself inside me.

At least he used a condom.

At least I didn't have to worry about that.

At least…

Collin pulls back. "Em? Are you okay?"

No. "Excuse me." I stand. Hug my purse to my chest. "I… bathroom." Somehow, my feet move toward the door. My hand wraps around the handle.

I get all the way to the bathroom down the hall and click the door locked.

The room is dark. Calm. Empty.

But it's spinning.

Everything is spinning. From rum or memories or my heart pounding so fucking fast.

I don't know.

But I know what I need.

I need to not be here.

I need Hunter.

I pull out my cell and call him.

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