xstarwonderx
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Storm killed the express, so you took the midnight ghost line every girl on campus avoids. Slow, empty, thick with rumors of hands that don't stop at 'no.'
Regret? Maybe.
Until the seat beside you creaks and a striking stranger leans in with a secret he'll keep if you let him manhandle you first.