Permission

I remember when you peeked inside my blouse. We were all squished in the car and you had the perfect opportunity. Instead of being discreet about it, you smiled at me. Were you approving of what you saw? Did you think I was giddy because you were sexually interested in me? I felt cheap. What happened to asking for permission first?

 

 

 

Suhasini Patni is a second year undergraduate at Ashoka University, in India, studying English literature. She has previously published a book review on The Tishman Review and hopes to publish many more. She is still new to the publishing world but loves to write.