She's already decided for you — the only question is whether you can hold out long enough to give her what she's asking for.

Her back arches just enough to make the invitation impossible to misread, hips tilted up, one glance over her shoulder daring you to hesitate.

There's something disarming about how casually she phrased it, like a preference for where you sit at dinner — polite, deliberate, completely serious. You're not about to argue.