It’s time to Rack then and Stack them..

You notice the yoga pants first — the way the fabric clings without apology, mapping every curve with surgical precision.

You feel your attention pulled downward, then upward, then nowhere specific because everything demands it equally. You recognize this particular hunger, the kind that starts behind your sternum and moves lower without asking permission.

You could look away but you won't. You let your eyes trace the stack of those hips, one deliberate inch at a time, and you understand exactly why you stopped scrolling. You stay here a little longer than you planned.