ou feel self-conscious standing when there are open seats so you sit down. Cute-Man-Who-Reads is at the other end of your bench and you can see his reflection in the elongated window when the train returns to the tunnel. You imagine that split second when he would look up and lock onto your mirrored gaze. Then he'd drop his book and rise to find you. He would pull you out of your seat and sweep you up in his arms with a kiss, like Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentleman. The other passengers would erupt into tears and frantic applause as he carried you off the subway and into his life.

Mrs. Karenin has stronger charms then you for his attention never wavers.

 

Complete story published in Best Gay Love Stories 2006.

 

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