Come hurry and get your breakfast
You spot something cute waiting at the kitchen counter, and breakfast is the last thing on your mind.
You take in every detail — the way the morning light catches bare skin, the casual confidence of someone who knows exactly what they're doing to you. You feel the pull low in your stomach, that specific hunger that has nothing to do with food.
You want to cross the room slowly, let your hands find what your eyes have been tracing. You know this meal is going to take a long, satisfying time to finish.
