The Metro's clatter fades as she notices him, a stranger, his eyes reflecting the city lights. She's on her way home, he's going nowhere, yet they're drawn together. She steps closer, her heel catching on the train's lip, he reaches out, his hand brushing her thigh. A spark ignites, her heart races, his grip tightens. The train's halt brings them closer, their faces inches apart. She can feel his breath, rough and hot, his body tense. The train lurches forward, their lips meet, and the Metro becomes their private, pulsating world of raw, urgent passion.