Chapter 11

• SEVENTH STORY
• Rush hour traffic on the subway; people walking past each other and bodies rubbing together with no erotic connotation whatsoever. Or that is what I used to think, until I met him, on a train to work. As the train hit the brakes, his body slammed into mine and for a concise moment, I felt his erection brush against my leg. His eyes met mine, the bashful look in them brought a smile to my face and he pulled away abruptly, obviously embarrassed and leaving me to wonder whether I was to blame for that arousal in a man I'd never seen before.
• My eyes wandered over his face: a strong jaw, amazing brown eyes, and sleek dark brown hair, covering his left eye. Very much like Hugh Grant's hairstyle before he had it cut short for that one movie, I can't remember the name of it though. His body clad in a three-piece suit, I was pretty sure it was tailor-made. When he suddenly smiled at me I realized I must have given him the appraising look of a woman sizing up a man she intends to take home with her. It was my turn to look bashful and embarrassed, and I blushed fiercely.