Your eyes land on them immediately — full, heavy, impossible to ignore. The weight of them shifts with every breath she takes, skin smooth and warm under the light hitting her just right.

You want to press your face between them, feel that softness close around you, hear the small sound she makes when your hands finally close over what you've been staring at this whole time.

She knows exactly what she has. The way she holds herself says it plainly — this is an offering, not an accident. Get on your knees and show some gratitude.