Getting dressed for a little morning workout

You catch a flash of cleavage as the sports bra pulls halfway up, that soft curve of skin demanding your full attention before anything else in the room exists.

You feel the pull immediately — something about the unhurried, half-dressed moment that hits harder than anything deliberate or posed. You're watching a private ritual, morning light cutting across bare shoulders and a stomach that tightens with each slow movement.

You already know the workout isn't what's keeping your eyes locked to the screen. You want to reach through the image and press your palm flat against warm skin.