Between Two Hearts

"Wait, I don't...I can't..." I stammered as my legs flopped under me. Before I knew it, a man smelling of sweet cologne pulled me into his hairy lap. "Hey, pretty girl," he said, his smile stretching too far.

I tried to pull away, but my arms felt like jelly. "No, I don't...I can't..."

"Relax," he said, running his rough hand up my thigh.

"What are you planning to do to her?" a cold, loud voice cut through the chaos.

I closed my eyes, my vision flickering, until my gaze landed on the man standing before me. He was tall, with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass and eyes the color of ice.