I sat with my boyfriend, Zach, by my side on a train going to my grandmother in Australia. I was tired and fell asleep placing my head on the table. He was kind of protecting and supporting me, embracing me so my head won't bump and my body won't fall.
But I sometimes feel a nudge on my breast, thinking maybe it was just because of the train's movement that he bumps my boob. After some nudges, I felt his hand massaging my right breast over my clothing. Then I looked at him with a smirked asking what was that. And he raised his shoulder.
"My hands are naughty, Kirsten."
"Stop it, people might see us."
So he stopped until I felt it again after some minutes of quietness. This time his hand went inside my tank top, while my head was still on top of the table. When I raised my head to look
