He Sat Down Next to Me

He sat down next to me. Close. Too close. I feel his shoulder touching mine. How the warmth from his hand flows smoothly into my skin. It’s just a movie, just an evening, just… He strokes me. Slowly, confidently. He doesn’t look me in the eye, but I can feel him doing it with every move. I have to say stop. I must… But I don’t want to. At all. So be it. Just once, just to feel that I’m not just a stepdaughter, but the one he wants.