I’m here to provide the snacks.

You spot the petite figure in the doorway and suddenly forget what you were hungry for.

You take in every curve compressed into that small frame, the way the fabric pulls tight in exactly the right places, and your appetite shifts entirely. You find your eyes moving slowly, deliberately, unable to stop at any one detail.

You already know this is the kind of snack that ruins your diet permanently — the kind you reach for again and again, greedy and unashamed, long after you promised yourself restraint.