High Voltage/Let Shawn invite you in
From Create Your Own Story
The door opened and a man opened it. I recognized him from browsing Facebook earlier: this was Shawn. He had a goofy grin on his face, probably because he thought he was getting laid. "Come in, babe," he said.
I smiled slightly and entered his room. I wanted to sit down, but his desk chair was covered in dirty clothes, leaving the edge of the bed as the only option. I sat down and said, "We should talk."
Shawn walked to me slowly and then pushed my back to the bed and planted a kiss on my lips. His slight stubble scratched my face, and the smell of sweat attacked my nose. I kept my mouth shut and tried to push him off of me, but he was significantly stronger than I was.
He lifted up a little to look me in the eyes, "It's too late to talk." One of his hands sunk into my jeans and began to feel between my legs.
Should I:
