Can you promise that u will eat me after i go to GYM?

You notice the yoga pants clinging to every curve like a second skin, still warm from the workout, the fabric pulled tight across a body that earned every inch of what you're staring at right now.

You can smell the faint heat radiating off skin that's been pushed hard, and something about that rawness makes your mouth go dry in the best way possible.

You already know what you want to do — you just need permission, and the way those hips are angled toward you feels close enough to a yes.