feeling like summer

You catch a glimpse of that cleavage and suddenly summer feels like a physical thing pressing against your skin.

You want to trace the line where warmth meets warmth, where the curve deepens into shadow and your fingers would follow without hesitation.

You know that feeling — heat pooling low, breath slowing down, eyes moving where they want to move regardless of better judgment. You let yourself look, really look, at the soft weight of it, the way the light sits there like it belongs.