Chapter 4
His hand stayed on my thigh under the blanket. Warm. Heavy. Fingers resting high enough that I felt every small shift of his skin against mine. The cabin remained mostly dark. Soft lights here and there. Most passengers slept or stared at nothing with headphones in. The plane hummed steady now. No more hard turbulence. Just the long final stretch toward landing.
I kept my eyes on the seat back in front of me. My body still felt open from the bathroom. Wet. Sensitive. Every time the plane made a tiny adjustment his fingers pressed a little deeper against the fabric of my underwear.
He didn’t speak for a while. Neither did I. The quiet between us felt heavier than the earlier noise of the engines. I could still feel the ghost of him inside me from the sink. The stretch. The way
