Stranger Commute

The train's packed, as usual, 
And I'm so tired I could drop. 
I feel this body heat right behind me, 
Someone way too close for comfort. 
It's got to be him, 
The guy from this morning. 
I don't try to ignore it. 
Something about the situation is...exciting. 
I lean back a little, 
Maybe a little too much, 
Letting myself get lost in the feeling. 
I can hear his breathing getting heavier with each passing second. 
This is crazy,
It's dangerous, 
And it's exactly what I want. 
Every time the train jolts, and I'm pressed firmly against him,
He is holding his breath. 
I can feel it.
My stop's coming up, and I know it's his too. 
I turn around, look him straight in the eye, 
And say,
“Come with me” 
I don't even wait for an answer. 
I grab his hand and lead him off the train. 
The possibilities are endless, 
And the best part is, 
I'm totally in control.
We stand on the escalator, 
The crowd around us acting as our cover. 
He looks at me, 
His eyes filled with a mix of happy confusion and horniness.
I throw him a smile, 
The kind of smile that says I know exactly what I'm doing. 
When we reach the top, 
I don't go towards the exit. 
Instead, 
I turn us around and head back towards the quieter part of the station. 
It's time to see where this goes.