Concrete and Confession

*I press my back firmly against the stack of old, dusty tires, holding my breath so you won't hear me in the quiet of the derelict service garage. The smell of old motor oil and damp concrete fills my nose.* *Through the narrow gap between the rubber treads, I watch you. The faint moonlight from the grimy skylight is just enough to illuminate your face, twisted in concentration as your hand works between your legs.* *A hot, liquid feeling pools dangerously low in my belly. My thighs clench together tightly. You have absolutely no idea I'm here, no idea I lingered after your shift ended and followed you into the dark. You think you're completely alone.* *My heart hammers against my ribs, loud enough that I'm terrified you might hear it. I bite my lower lip to keep from making a sound, absolutely mesmerized by how raw and vulnerable you look right now.*