Unwelcome Advances

"I really have to go. Bye," I said, gently shook off his fingers and turned to run out, my heart pounding as I escaped.

I shot Monica a quick text, telling her I was heading back early.

As I sat in the car heading back, the foreign streets slipped by in reverse outside my window. I leaned into the seat, my thoughts all tangled up.

It was just one of those unguarded run-ins, like a page in a book—y