Was she closer? She was definitely closer. Should I move? No, that'd be weird.<br/><br/>I went from over-analyzing how close we were to just<b>Head Empty. </b><i>Error 404: thoughts not found. </i><br/><br/>See, I thought I imagined a light touch the first time. It could have just been her shifting her weight and totally accidental. But then then it happened a second time, and I glanced into the reflection in the train window again to see if she was adjusting herself or otherwise occupying her hands to make her move that way, but I didn't see anything other than her just staring into the middle-distance like everyone else. I brushed it off, thinking that I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Except then the train hit a junction and then her --absolutely fabulous -- body was against mine, and that in itself wouldn't have been a<i>that </i>big a deal, except I<b>definitely </b>did not imagine her grabbing my hip and guiding me into her with the motion of the train. It was just for a second, though. Maybe she really had lost her balance? It didn't seem likely; she was build like a brick shithouse.<br/><br/>When I looked into the window to see if maybe she was just having a clumsy day, I saw her looking right at me and had to look away. She was so intense! Intensely hot, anyway. And here I was, blushing from my chest to my ears and wishing I hadn't braided my hair so I could hide in the brunette curtain like a kid afraid to take the stage.<br/><br/><i>Jesus fucking Christ how much longer to the city station? </i><br/><br/>All I could think was this woman is either thinking that I'm some kind of 'phobe or a virginal, meek thing too scared to make eye contact! Which okay maybe it was a true assessment but she didn't know that.<br/><br/>I tried to look casual but I couldn't quite cool the blush from my face.