My Best Friends Fiance

“Seriously Harry! STAY AWAY FROM ME!” I shrieked, putting my hands on his chest to push him away.
He’s used to all of my escape tactics though and grabs my wrists in one, huge, hand. Putting my hands on the wall behind me and pinning his body up against mine, settling with the other hand on my waist. I wiggled, and squirmed, and tried to get out of his harsh actions but he was getting sick of my constant running away and attitude. I could tell.
“Stop pushing me away, Danielle.” He said slowly. I tried to make my way around him and bolt, but with a height difference of 5’4 against his intimidating height of 6’3, really doesn’t help me what-so-ever.
“Harry, stop it this instant. Let me go and never do this again. I am getting really sick of constantly—“ My sentence couldn’t be finished because of the cushy, pair of pink lips forcefully being pressed to mine. I wiggled my hands in his and he let go of my wrists. I rushed to lace my fingers through his curls and lightly tugged at them. He smiled at my actions and ran both of his hands up and down my curves.
No. No. No. No. No. No. NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! My conscious screams at me. He is your best friends fiancé. You can’t do this to her. I let my mind ponder briefly over the consequences of what this is doing, but I just can’t stop. I have to stop. He has to stop. We have to stop this. He’s getting married in 1 month. Not only is he getting married, he’s getting married to my best friend. He’s my best friends fiancé.