do you mind them peeking like this?

You catch an Asian beauty watching you from across the room, that slow deliberate gaze cutting straight through whatever thought you were holding onto.

You feel the weight of being looked at like something worth wanting — her eyes don't ask permission, and you realize you don't want them to.

You hold still without meaning to, body responding before your mind catches up, every nerve suddenly aware of exactly how much space exists between you and that unblinking, unhurried stare that already knows what you're thinking.