Chapter Three: p*****t"Sir, you are being terribly improper," I say, hands pressed against his chest to keep a semblance of space between our bodies. There is barely any space at all. He is so close that I am certain we are breathing each other's air. I try to push him further back. He is as solid as he looks and it is like pressing against a brick wall.
He chuckles and grasps my chin lightly, lifting it to ensure that I would not be able to look away from his eyes. They seem to draw me in and I feel as though I am falling into them, losing myself more the longer I stare at him.
He is close enough for me to smell the scent of metal on him. He must be some sort of metal worker. Or maybe he works on the train and that's why he-
I clench my fingers on his chest and he hisses, drawing back
