I had a boyfriend for already five months, who I loved and did anything for. Sure we’d make-out once or twice we were raging with hormones but there’s a time and a place for everything. It was my first time alone with just him on a date and we were in the movies. I loved The Maze Runner and we were watching the second movie and I was super into it cheering everyone on. He put his hand on my thigh but I didn’t care since I thought of it as a loving gesture but then he put his hand on my part and I slapped his hand away and he laughed. (We were all the way on the top and very few people were in there) He grabbed my body and shifted me towards him as he started to kiss my neck and grab my breasts. I tried pushing him away but he was strong. I was just not in the mood to do anything. I started to feel uncomfortable. I whispered to him to stop but he smiled and started to grab my butt and also grabbing my hand and putting it down his pants. I had finally got out of his grip and ran out. I broke up with him and nobody knows about this.