"Yeah…I guess I didn't expect so much sex." The woman turned up the edges of her mouth. Despite my first impression that she was cool and sleek, she seemed almost as nerdy and awkward as me, which was a bit of a relief.

"Oh…you haven't even gotten to the last quarter of it. It's basically a solid forty pages of sex. I won't say who's involved, don't want to spoil it."

"I don't mind spoilers…" the woman tilted the book down and stuck her finger inside it to keep the page. The visual of her finger disappearing into a vaguely petal-shaped hole was…ok, I needed to calm down. "I have my theories on who hooks up by the end…I'd like to know if I'm right."

"Really?"

"Yeah," the woman grinned, "I was going to look up the plot online, but if a cute girl who randomly came up to me on the train wants to do it…"

Cute???

CUTE????

I told myself to keep it cool, and that if I didn't, I would blow this. Maybe she just thought everyone was cute.

"Uh…ha…ok, well, all five of the girls go up to this lake house because they want to help Macy get over her breakup…I think that's already happened before the party scene with Rory and Irene, right?" I said, knowing without even having to think about it that yes, it had, and yes, I had basically memorized the entire text.

"Yeah…that guy sucked."

"He did…he's out of the picture for the rest of the book, though."

"Nice." The woman smiled broadly.

"So, yeah, they all go up to the lake house, and…Rory and Irene have sex finally. And then Rory, Irene and Macy have sex…and Rebecca won't commit to going full lesbian, but she…watches them and…" I realized that despite frequently reading the absolute filthiest things in the world, saying them out loud to another person, let alone a stunningly gorgeous one, was beyond awkward.

"Well, it sounds like I have to read this to find out the rest…I mean, Rebecca's a hot mess, I can see where it's going for her." The woman giggled, the sound like music to me.

"She is, my god…you know, Nicole Marcel wrote a novella about Rebecca a year after that was published, and…"

The train lurched to the side and the lights flickered out. In the complete darkness, I felt a lithe, delicate shoulder and hip press into my chest and…ok, her hip somehow bumped directly against my pussy, but I was going to try not to think about it.

The lights turned back on and the woman looked over at me, a gleeful smirk on her face as she realized she was pressed against me. "Uhh…thanks for catching me."

"I've been told I have a very low center of gravity." I said. Why I said it, I had zero fucking clue.