How I'd look at you if I'd just accidentally-on-purpose fallen over in front of you while naked ?
You catch that cute, wide-eyed look aimed straight at you — the kind that pretends surprise while every bare curve on display says otherwise.
You know exactly what this is. You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, that specific heat that comes from someone who has arranged their naked body just so, then dared you to notice.
You're being invited, and you both know it. You take your time looking, because that's what those eyes are actually asking for — your gaze, slow and deliberate, moving over every inch.
