It was another late study night at the library, finals were coming and hopefully with his help I would do better than last semester. Before we left I ran to the bathrooms for my usual activities and then we were off to the train station.
Those were my favorite times. I liked the rhythmic clatter of the train wheels drowned by the chatter of passengers, the obliviousness of everyone and the heat of his body behind me. Caleb was a friend I made on integration week and we've never left each other's side ever since. Truth is I have a crush on him but he's such a nerd and won't catch any hints no matter how obvious they are. At least I get to be alone with him very often so I'm not complaining.
That particular night I was standing pressed against the pole in the middle of the train car, my skirt was brushing mid-thigh, swaying slightly as the train rocked. I thrived on the thrill of these moments with my skirt just short enough to tease and my rebellious nakedness beneath the fabric. In times like this I liked to make up scenarios in my head and they all had one thing in common: the boy behind me as the main character.
That night I was picturing him as this hot stranger who boarded two stops after me. Tall, with broad shoulders and those glasses that makes him even hotter. And maybe he'd stand closer to me this time and my ass which is bare under my skirt would brush against his pants.
The train jolted and I was out of my reverie, Caleb shifted behind me and a slight thud followed. Something had fallen from his pocket.
"I need to get that", he murmured, and I caught my breath as he crouched down. A flicker of heat licked up my spine when I felt his breath graze the back of my thigh.
Then it happened.
As he straightened, his shirt button accidentally caught the hem of my skirt, lifting it higher than it should ever go. A cool breeze brushed against my bare skin. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze.
A low, surprised sound escaped him, and he quickly pulled me closer, draping his coat around me like a shield. "Hannah..." his voice was barely a whisper, thick with tension. "You're not wearing anything under this."
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Turning my head slightly, I met his gaze. His eyes were dark, nervous yet intense.
"Fix your skirt," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to my ear that I felt the heat of his breath. His hand lightly gripped my chin, guiding me to face forward again, while his other hand stayed firm on my hip.
My fingers trembled as I tugged the fabric back into place, but Caleb didn't move away. His hand lingered, the faint pressure keeping me in place.
"You shouldn't play games like this," he said softly, the nervousness in his voice replaced by something heavier, something I hadn't heard before.
I don't know which was more embarrassing, almost flashing everyone on the train or the fact that flashing him had turned me on.
My pulse raced. "I wasn't..." I whispered, but he cut me off.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice dipped lower, barely audible above the train's hum. "Did he tell you to do this?"
I shook my head quickly, pulling out my phone. I wasn't about to risk anyone overhearing us. My thumbs moved swiftly across the screen.
No, I don't have a boyfriend Caleb.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. The tension between us hung in the air thick and electric as I waited for his reaction.
Then why on earth would you do this? Can you imagine what would have happened if it was another person or worse another man?
He was mad at me and he had every right to I was careless but I decided to tell him the truth
