Oh no, it looks like I'm falling out of my top

You can't help but notice how that cute top is losing its battle, fabric slipping just enough to make your pulse jump.

You find your eyes tracing the curve threatening to spill free, caught between the urge to look away and the absolute inability to do so. You feel something warm settle low in your chest, then lower still.

You know exactly what's being offered in that tilted smile and that carelessly sliding neckline. You want to be the one who decides whether it stays up or finally gives way completely.