Push him away.

Gasping, you push Michael away. "I'm sorry." you say without really thinking. 'Sorry?' you think. This man shoved his tongue down your throat, shouldn't he be the one apologizing. All the while, you push how good it felt to the back of your mind. You scowl up at him. You're irritated for being so forceful on a woman. You knew he was pretty gross with all the women who fell prey to him, but like this? "I'm pretty sure you don't know me like that."
Michael chuckles, unfazed by her poor reaction. "Come on, looking like that," he gestured at your body and your practically see-through leggings. "How could a guy resist?" he leans into you again as his breathe becomes heavy once more.
With his proximity, you can feel the heat of his breath and your cheeks flush. A mixture of feelings wash over you. A part of you is tempted to taste those lips once more. Another part of you wants to push this guy back into the hall and slam the door. How could you be so conflicted?
You've known this guy for years, and he was a good buddy, despite his way with women. But you weren't a man right now, you were one of the unfortunate few he preyed upon. Either way, you didn't have much time to think. As he leaned in, Michael brought up his hand to wrap around your waist. If he got a decent hold on you, you had a feeling you wouldn't be able to get away.