She could imagine herself not with an older man—pepper-haired, broad shoulders, and bigger than most girls could bear…
I’m bookish and innocent. I don’t date. No one has ever made me feel the way a man should make me feel…
But that doesn’t stop me from having my fantasies.
Especially about the handsome strangeron the train.
Everyday I watch him, wondering what it would be like if he made me his. But that’s only a silly fantasy…isn’t it?