***ALEX'S POV***
With my fist still balled tightly, I started to move it toward the man's stomach. I wanted to hit him so hard that he wasn't able to stand up. I wanted to destroy this man. And I was going to do it too. That is, until he ran his hand down my arm and the sensation just about made my eyes roll into the back of my head.
DAMMIT! This was so stupid. I didn't know this man, so why was I reacting to him like this? What was going on here? What was I supposed to do right now? Every single time that this man touched me or got closer to me, I felt like I was going to melt. I wasn't that sort of girl. I didn't lust after every man that looked at me, and I wasn't a fucking slut. The only man that I wanted was Jake and no one else.
