I froze as the hand closed over my breast, firm and sure. The carriage was packed with standing passengers, bodies pressed close in the sway of the train. My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could twist around or make a sound, another hand clamped over my mouth, warm and strong, cutting off any cry.
It was Daniel.
In the near-blackness of the tunnel, I felt his breath on my neck. Two fingers from his other hand slid down fast, pushing between my legs. My skirt rode up easy, he yanked the fabric higher with his wrist, bunching it around my hips. Those fingers pressed against my panties, rubbing right over my c**t through the thin cotton. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the moan that wanted to rip out of me.
The train rattled on. People around us shifted, half-asleep or staring
