When you see my 5′ 1″ miniature 5′ 1″ body on the kitchen stove, what is the first word that comes to your mind

You notice her petite frame perched on the kitchen counter and the word that hits you first isn't something you'd say out loud.

You feel it somewhere lower than your throat — a pull, immediate and selfish, toward every compact curve within arm's reach. You want to close the distance between the doorway and that warm skin without asking permission from your better judgment.

You already know what your hands would do first, how your palms would nearly span that narrow waist, how someone so small could make the room feel so dangerously small around you both.