Confessions After Dark - the train seat

the train seat

he sat beside me, thigh pressed against mine. the train rocked. his hand slid under my coat, slow, testing. my breath caught but i didn’t stop him. his fingers brushed my inner thigh — higher, higher. i bit my lip, the carriage full of strangers. he leaned close, whispering, “be still.” i tried. but when his fingertips finally found how wet i was, i almost gasped his name.