She barely clears your shoulder, her frame so slight you could circle both hands around her waist with room to spare. At 4'11 and 85 pounds, every curve reads like a whisper — small, deliberate, impossible to ignore.

You find yourself hyper-aware of the size difference, the way your hands look against her skin, the contrast that makes something primal kick awake behind your ribs. She knows exactly what she's doing standing next to you like that.

Take it easy? You're already reconsidering every instinct you walked in with, recalibrating your touch before you've even reached for her.