How's the view up there?

You can't stop staring at the cleavage on full display, that deep, soft divide drawing your eyes upward like a dare.

You feel the pull of it — the way the curve disappears into shadow, leaving your imagination to finish what the photo started. You lean in slightly without realizing it, breath just a little shorter than before.

You already know the answer to the question being asked. You'd stay right here, looking up from exactly this angle, for as long as anyone would let you.