I turn and slip away from him, but I’ve only taken one step when he’s got his arm wrapped around my waist. Carter pulls me back and against the wall. I gasp, my eyes widening. “You’re drunk,” I whisper. I raise my hands to his chest, intending to keep some distance between us, but he grabs my wrists and pushes them against the wall, above my head. Carter pushes his body against mine, caging me in.
