She already knows what you're thinking the moment she turns around — that slow, deliberate shift of weight from one hip to the other, daring you to stay disciplined.

Those curves weren't designed for restraint. Every soft line pulls you closer, dismantles your best intentions, makes the word "careful" dissolve somewhere between your throat and your better judgment.

You told yourself you'd keep control. She didn't even have to try. Now you're exactly where she wants you — committed, breathless, and absolutely nowhere near the exit.