She holds the spoon just out of reach, a slow drip pulling your eyes down before it falls. The lighting catches the gloss on her lips, still wet from the last taste she took without you.

You can almost feel the temperature of it — warm, thick, coating the back of your throat the way she intended when she tilted the bowl and looked straight into the camera.

Amateur and completely deliberate. She knows exactly what she's doing to you, and the slight curl at the corner of her mouth confirms she's been waiting for you to figure that out.