Despite the support, Hotaru did pitch forward at one hard stop and caught herself on the same giant. His hands were very warm, adding to her belief that he suffered from sunburn.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes fixed on his thighs. He wore tight leather pants printed like tiger skin, tight enough to outline the bulge in the middle.
“Be careful,” he warned her, exiting at the stop before hers. Her face had to be as pink as his. Really, imagining how large his member would be? She needed a boyfriend.
Stepping off the train, Hotaru focused on two goals: find an affordable apartment and have sex. She expected the latter would be much easier to acquire than the former.