The figure moved toward her bed, knocked against the far edge of it, and grunted. A man’s voice. Bucky!
“Hey, this is my room!” Cory pulled the blankets up to her chin, suddenly aware of her bare breasts under the light t-shirt.
He rounded the corner of the bed and leaned toward her, falling on one hand.
“I found you,” he said playfully and groped in the dark, swinging one arm out like a blind man trying to find her. She scooted toward the wall, but his arm brushed against her. It wrapped around her shoulder and down her arm.
“Get out of my room!” Cory shouted.
He pressed against her, crushing her against the pillow.
“I want you,” he slurred. His breath stunk of garlic and wine. Her arms were pinned under his weight and tangled in the blanket. She rocked back and forth, struggling to free them, to push him off.
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