L411 – Tokyo to Amsterdam

On my way down the aisle, he caught my gaze, smiled. Flicked a look up and down, the left corner of his mouth lifting. Lips parted. Teeth tips. My fingers trailed lightly over his shoulder as I made my slow way past his seat.

I left the bathroom door unlocked on purpose. I kept my eyes closed. My mouth open.

There was no soft tap, just the door folding in quickly, snapping shut, the grate of his zipper as he pulled it slowly down.