Yes

The cool night air of the hallway did little to clear Brad’s hazy mind as she pulled her clothes back on, her heart hammering against her ribs. Every instinct shrieked at her to put as much distance between herself and the frat house as possible before the effects of the pill—or another eager guy—could trap her again.

Sliding past Lucas while he was still catching his breath, Brad darted out into the dimly lit corridor and made a beeline straight for her own room down the hall. Her hand trembled as she pushed the door open, her eyes frantically scanning the cluttered space.

"Keys... wallet... come on," she muttered under her breath, her voice still sounding foreign and unnaturally soft to her own ears.

Spotting her leather wallet sitting on the nightstand beside her car keys, she snatched them up, shoving the wallet into her back pocket and tightly clenching the keys in her fist. With her essentials secured, a small wave of relief washed over her, giving her a sudden burst of momentum. She turned on her heel, slipped back out into the hallway, and headed straight for the main staircase.

As she descended to the main floor, the heavy bass of the party hit her like a wall. The lower level was still pulsing with music, flashing lights, and crowds of revelers dancing, drinking, and making out against the walls. Brad kept her head down, hugging the perimeter of the living room to avoid drawing attention. The compliant fog in her mind kept whispering how easy it would be to just stop, blend in, and let someone else take control, but she fought the urge with everything she had.