She's stretched across the sheets, skin flushed, watching you watch her — that slow smile spreading while someone else's hands trace her hips.

You're close enough to feel the heat radiating off both of them, close enough that the line between observer and participant dissolves into something rawer, something that tightens in your chest and lower.

She turns her face toward you, lips parted, eyes locked on yours — making sure you see everything, making sure you feel every second of it alongside her.