I just fucking know it.
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Megan
Whoever he is, he’s just gone and made my day. How can I get or even stay mad at someone so handsome, so adorable?
Even though I can tell, I justknowhe’s not gonna let my sassy response go unpunished.
He doesn’t strike me as the punishing type though. Not with those eyes. They’re intense, powerful. But they’re clear too.
Clear and kind. Like how you’d imagine a handsome knight or prince from a fairy tale to look.
There’s a twinkle of mischief in there too, so I’m guessing prince charming’s punishments would always be the kind that made you feel better, not worse.
Kinda making you wanna be bad for him all over again.
When I do manage to break his spell, my eyes catch more of his body as I turn to pretend to look out the window.
Pretending to ignore him because I know if I open my mouth again I’ll just make things worse.
The momentary glance of his at-rest pant bulge making me feel like I need to bite down on something hard to stop from moaning out loud proves me wrong.
I heave one of my legs over the other, crossing them as I turn away.
Hoping my body language can send the signal my mouth can’t. Even though I can feel his body, his whole everything like a nuclear blast, and sitting just inches from me.
Now is not the time to go falling for handsome, older men. We gotta get back to Kansas, Dorothy…
But this isn’t like when you see a stranger on the bus or subway, and you tell yourself you’ve fallen in love with them.
Knowing it’s only gonna last as long as the trip so what’s the harm?
You kid yourself they’d feel the same. Maybe picture yourself going places with them, doing things that couples do.
You don’t expect the object of that kind of fantasy to be sitting next to you, grinning like a maniac. Like this guy.
But he’s not crazy.
He’s crazy hot and drivingmecrazy, but I’ve never felt I could trust anyone as much so quickly.
Apart from his looks, it’s how instantly safe I feel.
Protected.
But the pressure of my thighs rubbing, the ache this man’s made down there. He can’t save me from that.
Not in a rideshare.
In fact, I have to look double hard out the window. Even cross my eyes and clamp my jaw shut once I start to imagine those massive hands of his running over my body.
Finding that place inside me that’ll fix that little problem he’s given me so easily. And long before he even opened his mouth.
Nope. This isn’t one of those subway fantasies, where it dissolves once you reach your stop.
This is different, and if it didn’t feel so good, I’d be terrified.
But I’ve got the answer sitting right next to me, I know it.