Handsome, tall, athletic, charming. And clearly interested in her.
He rested one hand gently on her waist. She didn't pull away. Instead, she slid her arms loosely around his neck and stepped closer.
His grin widened as he placed both hands at her waist, guiding their movements.
For just a moment, she allowed herself to pretend.
That her life was normal.
That she was normal.
That she could be free even if only for one night.
Suddenly, the lights cut out.
The crowd roared as the beat dropped harder than before.
And in the darkness, a rough, calloused hand clamped around her arm.
She was yanked away from Charles with startling force.
Panic exploded through her as she fought against the grip dragging her through the crowd. She knew it was a man his stride was too long, his hold too strong, fingers biting painfully into her arm.
"Stop! Let go of me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
But the music was deafening. The bass swallowed her voice whole.
