Choose your Christmas gift

Your eyes land on something petite and impossibly tempting, wrapped in nothing but the flush of warm skin and a knowing smile.

You feel the pull immediately — the kind that tightens in your chest before it moves lower. You want to reach out, to trace every curve with your fingertips until your hands remember the shape of pure wanting.

You already know what you'd choose. You'd unwrap this slowly, deliberately, savoring each second the way you savor something you've wanted far longer than you'd admit to anyone.