Some people save nudity for special occasions. You've never understood that logic — clothes come off the moment the door closes, and today is no different.
Your eyes move across her, taking in the way she holds herself without apology — compact frame, soft skin catching the light, completely at ease in her own absence of fabric.
She's not performing. That's what pulls you in. This is just Tuesday to her, just Wednesday, just any afternoon where the calendar gave her permission she didn't actually need.
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