She leans against the doorframe with the ease of someone who already knows the answer, dark eyes pulling you in before a single word leaves her lips.

The invitation isn't in the words — it's in the slow tilt of her chin, the way her fingertips rest at the hem of her shirt like a question only you get to answer.

Warm skin, warmer smile, and that particular kind of stillness that makes the room feel smaller, closer, entirely hers — and for right now, entirely yours.