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The bus was so packed I could barely hold on. When the vehicle braked suddenly, I felt her body against mine before I even saw her. —I’m so sorry —she said, struggling to sit up. Her hair was disheveled, and she wore an embarrassed smile. The crowd pressed us together, turning the accidental collision into a forced, delicious embrace. I felt her stomach against mine, the rise and fall of her breathing, now quicker. Her fingers gripped my waist, searching for support. And when the bus jolted again, it wasn’t a stumble—it was a deliberate brush, a question answered with a slight push of my hips.