The Dreaded Text: The Doorway Ultimatum

You fling the door open just enough to block his entry.

"No! You don't get to yell at me! You disappeared, came back with 'exciting news,' and acted like I was just your funny anecdote! Tell me your news first, or you don't step one foot inside!"

Dre's jaw tightens.

He drops his suitcase, and his eyes burn with a dark intensity you’ve never seen. 

"You want to know my news, Lana? Fine! I got the promotion! The transfer to New York! And I took it because I was losing my mind being near you, watching you flirt with every loser in this city, knowing I couldn't touch you! My news is that I ran away because I'm not just your friend, and I haven't been for a long time!"

He doesn't ask permission.

 He slams the door shut, trapping you between the hardwood and his body, his large hands gripping your face. 

Before you can speak, his mouth crashes down on yours, fueled by two months of absence and years of denial.

It’s rough, desperate, and utterly consuming. 

The best friend is gone.

The predator has arrived.

What do you do?

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