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Riley’s POV

A pair of firm hands pinned me in the bathroom stall, covering my mouth to stop me from screaming. Relaxed dark grey eyes locked with mine, obviously intoxicated with alcohol just like I was—and my heartbeat raced as my eyes widened with fear. 

“I saw your moves on the dance floor, and I thought why don’t I get a private moment with the star,” He whispered against my skin, and I closed my eyes, feeling the adrenaline rushing in my veins as I tried to escape his grasp.

Only to be slammed into the wall—bringing up memories of that dreadful night.

“I’m sure you won’t mind a quickie,” he whispered again before kissing behind my ear, trailing wet, sloppy kisses down on my neck, and I felt the tears rolling down my cheek.

My eyes flew open, and I sat up—breathing heavily as if I was running in a marathon—all of this because of a stupid nightmare, triggering my eyes and the tears blurred my vision.

I felt a h