She stands close enough that you catch the warmth radiating off her skin before you even touch her. Small frame, sharp breath, eyes watching your mouth with deliberate patience.

Your lips find the left one first — that tight, pale pink point — and she makes a sound low in her throat that tells you exactly how long she's been thinking about this moment.

You take your time. Tongue flat, then pointed, then a slow pull that makes her fingers tighten in your hair. Her chest rises. She's not asking you to stop.