Basorexia
"He might be your friend, but he’s still a guy."
"I’m not putting it on," Breanna says, walking past him.
Before she can reach the door, Tyler pins her against it from behind. His hands slide over her chest, rubbing her breasts through her shirt.
Kissing her neck, he whispers into her ear, "See why you need a bra? Your nipples are already hard, and I barely touched you. Seeing you like this makes me want to—"
"Okay, I get it!" Breanna interrupts, pushing him away. She snatches the bra from his hands and quickly puts it on.
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