Charis
I was strong, but they were stronger. Much stronger.
They leaned in, showering my face with wet kisses, running their hands over my chest and waist while my heart was slamming against my ribs in panic. I twisted and kicked, trying to break free.
"Get off me!"
That only seemed to fuel them.
Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me backwards. The girls stumbled forward without me, hitting the ground in a heap of laughter and still crawling to meet each other again as they resumed kissing.
When I looked up, it was Kael. His pale blue eyes were grim as his hand tightened around my wrist.
"Come on," he muttered, dragging me away.
I didn't resist.
We weaved through the chaos of students kissing, touching, some sinking into hot tubs with open moans. It was like the air was filled with lust that seemed influenced.
