“No one can love you like I do,” he whispers into my ear before kissing down my neck.

As he reaches my collarbone my decency-meter sets in.
“Shit!” I yell. This time the people around us were looking at me with an entirely different emotion in their eyes. I pushed Jacob away softly. “We’re in public.”
He gave that little grin that sent my heart into a flutter. “Then why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

He still had his fingers wrapped around my wrist and started to pull me out of the cafeteria.
“Jake?” I didn’t want to go, but he didn’t stop. “Jake?”
He pushed a private room door open and pulled me inside and pushed me onto the bed. The plastic frame dug into my spine as he started to kiss me and pull down his trousers at the same time.
“Jake,” I began to panic, not liking the claustrophobia this was invoking in me. “Stop!” I cried, pushing him off.

“Is this all you see me as? I’m not a sex toy!” Then I burst into tears.