As soon as Delilah boarded the plane, she knew it was going to be a miserable flight. Her seat was in the middle, and she hated being cramped between strangers. She squeezed herself in, tossing her small backpack at her feet, and sighed. Her eyes focused on the man to her left. He was wearing a gray suit, glasses, and had a book propped open on his lap.
"Hey," she mumbled, and he looked up, melting her with those deep blue eyes. "Do you mind if I lean on you for a sec?" she asked, almost embarrassed by how close they were. He looked slightly taken aback, but nodded. "Sure."
As she leaned her head against his shoulder, she felt his hand rest on her knee. She hoped he could not feel her shiver. She mustered up all her courage.
"Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" she asked, reaching up to take off her raincoat. Her shirt clung to her skin, outlining her curves perfectly. She could feel his gaze on her body.
Before she knew it, his fingers were slipping under the hem of her skirt, caressing the sensitive skin on her thigh. She didn't know what to do. This was so unlike her. She should have pushed his hand away, called the stewardess, or just said no, but she didn't.