When we reach my street, I can’t help but quicken my pace, eager to put this night behind me. The familiar sight of my house brings a sense of relief, like I’m finally close to escaping this tension that’s been building all evening.“Thank you for walking me home,” I say, my voice firm, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave me alone.But before I can getaway, I feel his hand wrap around my arm, and a shiver runs down my spine. My breath catches in my throat as I turn to look at him.We shouldn't be doing this.“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as he gently pulls me toward him. My heart starts to race as I realize he’s not letting go.He doesn’t say anything at first, just starts walking in the direction of his house, and before I can stop myself, my legs begin to move, following him even though I don’t want to. My mind is screaming at me to resist, to turn around and
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