Even though it's embarrassing I really enjoy it when I catch my neighbors staring at them

You spot something cute about the way awareness flickers across your face the moment eyes land on your chest — that particular mix of flush and thrill you can't quite suppress.

You feel the weight of a neighbor's gaze like a slow drag across your skin, settling somewhere between your throat and your hips, making your breath go shallow without permission.

You know exactly what they're looking at, and you let them keep looking, standing just a half-second longer than necessary, your body warm and electric under that stolen attention.