My favorite outfit right now

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the way fabric clings and surrenders at every right angle of that body.

You feel something tighten in your chest — lower — as your gaze traces the outline slowly, deliberately, like you're memorizing a route you plan to travel.

You know this kind of confidence doesn't ask for your attention, it simply takes it, and you give it willingly, completely, already imagining the weight and warmth of what's barely contained in that favorite outfit.