my legs, I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid of why I wasn’t struggling anymore. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared boldly at him, my pulse throbbing in my ears. He’s nothing to me. Nothing. “No, I didn’t get off on it,” I answered calmly. “I feel nothing. You are nothing to me.” He flinched. “Don’t say that.” The heat from his mouth wafted around me as I leaned in. “Nothing,” I repeated, barely a whisper. “Now, get off—” His mouth crashed down on mine, drowning out my protest.
