Page 44 of Glad You Exist

I expect him to release me after that but his hands move from my shoulders down to my waist and now he’s pulling me closer to him.

I stiffen at the unwanted contact, but my arms are now trapped by his and I am unable to push him off even when I try to.

I try to shove him off using my shoulders. He doesn’t budge. I feel the sense of alarm building and the panic rapidly rising in my voice as his grip tightens around me.

He ignores my muffled pleadings.

I strain until my head is halfway over his arm and I start yelling.

“Hunter! Let me goooo!”

“It’s just a hug.”

I know screaming is pointless because of the music blasting in the backyard and the sounds of video games reverberating outside this room. No one would even hear me.

I do it anyway.

“Get off of me!”

His hands start to move dangerously close to my butt, then he dips his head to my neck.

I feel his breath on my skin as the fear officially invades every part of me.

I struggle fiercely against him.

“Stop that!”

“Just a quick kiss.”

Fuck. No.

I start to raise my knee to hit him in the groin when he gets yanked off of me.

I gasp as I nearly fall back from the force of it when I feel the warmth of familiar hands grip me by the arms and Brad’s chocolate-brown eyes lower to my line of sight.

I nearly faint from relief.

Except they look different than they normally do. Scary different.

Thunderous brown eyes are a more accurate description now and I blink, registering both the rage and worry in them as I get wrapped up in the safety of his arms.

“Fuck, you’re shaking.” Brad whispers furiously, rubbing my back gently.

Shaking?Did he say he was shaking?

No that’s me. I’m shaking. I fist his shirt, clutching as I try to swallow my gasps.

Then I hear Kyle angrily yelling as he cusses his teammate out from behind Brad.

“Didn’t I tell your ass my friend was off limits?! Then you fucking decide to force yourself on her?”

I lean back to find that Kyle has Hunter twisted by the arm and up against the island. Hunter doesn’t even seem at all bothered by it or even appear like he’s present. His eyes are now completely glazed over and he’s still sporting a big stupid grin on his face.

“Pretty. Tutor girl is pretty.”

He’s slurring now as he blinks rapidly, keeping his gaze on me.

I shut my eyes at the sight of him leering at me.

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