Ray savored the way Noelle's body responded, all without a shred of deliberate effort on his part, or so it seemed. He simply let himself sway with the motion of the train like any ordinary passenger, bumping against her every so often, brushing past her, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Hm?

He noticed a middle-aged man squeezing in beside them, sharp suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and yet somehow a filthy pervert underneath it all, one hand creeping quietly toward Noelle's chest.

Because Ray