You've been enjoying a party with friends who've dispersed into the dancing crowd. Alone in the kitchen, you suddenly feel strong hands on your hips from behind.

As you turn to confront the presence, you freeze upon hearing a familiar voice. Your eyes widen and lips part in surprise.

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" It's your ex-boyfriend, Ryker. The deep baritone of his voice and the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke linger on his breath as he speaks close to your ear, warm breath brushing your face.