I open my eyes to the hot breath on the curve of my neck. I shift in my seat and shut my eyes in an attempt to distance myself from my surroundings. A heat of wave explodes on my left thigh and lingers there. Slowly, my head tilts towards the source of the heat, eyes still closed. Through a thin slit, I see him. His aviators are perched on the deep V of his tight, white tee. The light that shines through the bus window reflects off his aviators, illuminating the map of muscles that I trace while sighing. His ears perk up, he catches my sigh. He starts leaning back, rolling his head from side to side, extenuating the arches of his sharp collarbones. The tip of his tongue darts out and sweeps the left corner, the Cupid’s bow, the right corner, and lastly, drags along the plump, lower lip. My eyes travel further up to the crook of his nose and high cheekbones. He clears his throat, breaking me out of my trance. My eyes widen, trapped in two orbs of emerald green. Quickly, I shut them, not realizing that I was openly staring. Keep your eyes closed, goddamnit.
He appears in my view again, this time stretching his arms, outlined in pulsing veins. The thin sleeves of his shirt strain against him, the seams barely holding up. His hand brushes the top of my thigh but I don’t move away, I’m frozen in spot. The bus jerks, my eyes pop open again. He starts leaning towards me, eyes shining with amusement. Instinctively, I back up until my head hits the window, I can go no further. Closer he comes, I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He cocks his head to the side, the left corner of his lip curves up into a smirk. His hand comes into view, as if reaching to caress my cheek but instead, passes behind my ear and presses the yellow tape.
