Sat in the middle of the back seat, late, being driven home after a long week, quiet streets, friends chatting in the front seat, another passed out to her right and “him” to the left . The tension had been building for months now, but never sure, just little innocent things that a mind like hers could easily get carried away with. Things that are hard not to think about with the hypnotic rhythm of the streetlights, the warm chunter of conversations she had nothing to do with and the object of lust that had been warming the cold nights sat right next to her, though he seemed lost in thoughts of his own, she couldn’t help but feel somehow alone with him in that moment. Secure that neither would make a move because of the company, it would be just the same as if all her fantasies had been true, just sat quietly with each other enjoying the subtlety of each other’s company or maybe it was just her dreaming again.