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♧Astrid♧ "Don't touch me," I muttered, stepping away from whoever was behind me. Whether he heard me or not, he acted like he didn’t. "You're doing so good, baby!" Ophelia yelled over the pounding music. I knew coming here was a mistake. It was supposed to be just one drink while I listened to an obviously drunk Ophelia pour out her heart. But that one drink turned into two, then four, and now here I was—on a crowded dance floor with some random guy pressed up against me. "Come on, Phil, we need to leave. Now." I grabbed her wrist, but she just shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I don’t think so," she mouthed. And then I felt it again —hands, rough and unwelcome, touching me where they shouldn’t. I turned abruptly. And a dark-haired man grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light before he ran his tongue over his lips like the creep he was. "Wanna go home with me?" he yelled over the music. I shot him a glare. "What the fuck, man? Who even are you?" He chuckled. "We were