The train hummed beneath me, its rhythm steady and in sync with my heartbeat. Outside, the city lights glimmered with golden and red hues, gradually fading into the peaceful night of the countryside. It was getting late, and the carriage was almost empty - except for her.

She arrived two stops later than me. Gracefully crossing the aisle, she sat down on the opposite seat and immediately caught my attention. A woman traveling alone on the night train, she appeared calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she had made me hold my breath.

Or perhaps it's not so ignorant after all.

When her eyes met mine, a slight smile curved her lips, a knowing glimmer appearing there. She gazed at me for a long time before looking away, as if she was enjoying this feeling that could make me fall in love with her without a single word.

I shifted my position and watched as she tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, her fingers gently caressing the hollow of her neck. The movements were slow and deliberate, as if she was silently inviting someone.

A few minutes passed, the silence was heavy, as if there was something unsaid. The train gently rocked, the dim light casting soft shadows on her face. From time to time, she glanced in my direction, her gaze lingering, her lips slightly lifted, as if she knew very well what she was doing to me.

Then, she moved.

She stood up, stretched her body slightly, and then walked down the narrow passage, her hips swaying confidently. Quietly, she disappeared at the back of the car, disappearing into the small, windowless restroom at the end of the corridor. My breath suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn back. There was no need for her to do so.

For a moment, I froze, my heart pounding violently, my fingers tightly gripping my thighs. Was it really as I had imagined? Or was it just my illusion?

After a moment of hesitation, my body moved before my thoughts. My legs carried me in the same direction, my breathing was uneven, and my hands were clenched into fists at my sides.

When I reached the door, the train was shaking beneath me and my palm was pressed against the cold metal.

There was a pause. A test. Then, the lock clicked open.

Just a crack in the door revealed her deep, expectant eyes. She said nothing. She didn't need to speak.

I slipped in.

The space was small and crowded, but that didn't matter. As soon as the door closed, she pressed herself against me. The scent of her filled my lungs, and her warmth pressed against my heart.

"I thought it would take you longer," she murmured, her breath brushing against my chin.

"No," I admitted, my hand finding her waist and my fingers pressing into her clothes.

She gave a sultry smile and said, "OK."

The train was rocking beneath us, but I hardly felt it. All I could sense was her - her breath, her skin, and the way she perfectly fit against me.

Her hands slowly and deliberately moved up my chest, her fingertips brushing against my collar, then slipping beneath it. Her nails gently traced over my body, and my breathing paused. Her touch seemed to carry a hint of promise.

"Tell me," she whispered, her lips touching the corner of my mouth. "Have you done this before?"

My heart skipped a beat and I burst out laughing. "Not entirely."

She smiled even more. "Then I'll show you how to do it."

As she drew me closer, her body pressing against mine, I let out a sharp breath. Her lips finally - finally - met mine in a slow and passionate kiss.

In this way, the outside world ceased to exist.

The train thundered past us, but this noise made everything more intense and more passionate. I felt her weight pressing down on me, her fingers threading through my hair. She raised her head, deepening the kiss. Her scent was like some dark and forbidden thing, something I shouldn't desire but couldn't resist.

My hand touched her buttocks, and my fingers tightly grasped the graceful curve of her waist. She pressed her lips against mine and a soft, breathy laugh rang out, as if she could sense my restraint, as if she wanted to test how long I could hold out.

Her fingernails gently scraped against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. "You're hesitating," she whispered, her tone teasing and her lips touching my earlobe. "Don't do this."

I moaned, my grip tightening, pressing her harder against the door. The confined space, the searing heat on her body, and the churning anticipation in her stomach - all of this was almost too much for me to bear. My hand slid down, passing through the thin fabric, over the smooth curves of her thighs.

She slightly moved her body, tilting it so that my hands could explore and feel her reaction to my touch. Thinking that she too was longing for all this, and that she brought me here specifically for this, a new desire welled up in my heart.

Her lips once again pressed against mine, this time more urgently, with less teasing. She kissed me, as if she had nothing left, as if she wanted to possess every breath I took, every thought I had, every inch of my body. And I allowed her to kiss me.

The train suddenly jolted, causing us to stagger slightly. Her body pressed even closer to mine, resting against my own, making me feel dizzy. The dim and flickering lights overhead cast shadows on her face, highlighting the longing in her eyes even more.

"Tell me what you want," she said in a low voice, her words almost inaudible amid the continuous humming of the train.

I exhaled a breath, gently pressing my forehead against hers. After a moment, my voice was hoarse and trembling: "You."

She slowly revealed a victorious smile. "Very good."

The tension between us was like a live wire, pulsating and ready to explode at any moment. My hands explored the curves of her back, tracing every dip and every bulge, feeling her figure through the fabric barrier. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. Her movements were calm and unhurried, yet full of concentration.

The train began to shake again. The distant railway tracks made a humming sound beneath us, enveloping us in a moment of tranquility. This was too reckless. This couldn't be. This was inevitable.

Her warm breath brushed against my skin, and her fingers gently moved over me, teasing and probing. With each touch, each movement, and each squeeze of her body, a spark of anticipation ignited in my heart.

Time blurred. Beyond the restroom, beyond this train, beyond the present world, everything vanished. Only she. Only us.