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made my heart rate accelerate and the butterflies take flight. Even when I closed my eyes, I could still feel the heat of his gaze.
    We couldn’t even finish singing the song before the four of us dissolved in a fit of laughter. I suddenly had to pee something fierce, and I needed a moment away from those eyes before I did something I’d undoubtedly regret in the morning. “I need to pee,” I told Elle, squeezing her arm. “Come with me!”
    “Oh, but I really love this song!” Elle pouted. I shrugged, unconcerned and climbed down off the back of the truck. I lacked grace, but at least I didn’t stumble and eat dirt. I wandered towards the bush and walked a little ways into the thicket, safe from any eyes that happened to look in my direction. Not that they’d see me anyway; it was pitch black.
    I’d been peeing outside since I was a little kid; I had gotten the art down to perfection. I finished my business quickly and hiked my jeans up, buttoning them with clumsy fingers. I almost giggled, I was drunker than I thought.
    The sound of twigs breaking beneath heavy footfalls made me freeze.
    “Oh don’t pull those up just yet, sweet cheeks,” the disembodied voice said, making my blood run cold. I swallowed hard.
    “Who is that? Braden…it’s not funny. Don’t even play.” I folded my arms across my chest, trying to keep myself from trembling.
    The voice laughed, and the figure stepped forward. The little bit of light that came from the fire in the clearing was almost enough to make out his features. It was the guy that had been standing across from the fire, watching me. Ezra’s cousin, Chris.
    Dread washed over me, and my skin erupted in goose bumps as he spoke.
    “I’m clearly not Braden.”
    “You’re also clearly not funny,” I retorted, my voice sounding strong to my ears. This situation had me desperately wishing I wasn’t drunk.
    “I’m not trying to be funny,” Chris said, stepping towards me. I didn’t like how he was leering. I didn’t like the way his tongue darted out and licked across his lips, as if he was hungry and I was food.
    “Leave me alone,” I ordered, about to whirl around and head back to the group. His arm shot out and grabbed my wrist painfully hard.
    “Come on, don’t be a cock tease. I saw the way you were looking at me. You want it.” His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. Chris was obviously three sheets to the wind.
    “I definitely don’t,” I assured him, trying to wrench my wrist from his grip. He sneered, squeezing tighter and twisting. He yanked me towards him, and I collided with his chest. My head knocked against his chin and he swore before the back of his free hand struck my cheek with a staggering force. I stumbled, seeing stars. I tried to shove him away, but his hands were on me again, grabbing my body and trying to touch me in places I didn’t want to be touched.
    “Stop!” I tried to shout before his clammy hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my protests.
    Tears blurred my vision and I panicked. My brothers and my father had all made sure to teach me a few basic self-defense moves, but it was an entirely different thing to apply what I learned when I was thirteen now that I was in a situation like this. I couldn’t recall anything, but I refused to be compliant and still. I thrashed about, trying to elbow and knee in places, trying to make enough noise that someone at the fire would hear me. But the music was too loud, people were talking and we were too far away. I had a terrible feeling that no one would come.
    Chris had my body pressed against the nearest tree, pinning me to it.
    In a matter of seconds, he had unbuttoned my jeans and was trying to force his hand down between my legs. I squeezed with all my might, trying to keep his intrusive fingers away. I couldn’t speak with his hand clamped over my mouth, but I kept trying to scream. My voice came out in muffled whimpers. I could barely see through the tears, and I tried to