Good morning! ??
You wake to the sight of deep cleavage spilling over soft cotton, the morning light tracing every curve with quiet precision.
You feel the pull of it immediately — that warm, unhurried ache that settles low and refuses to move. You want to reach out, to press your palm against that heat and stay there.
You already know this morning is going to cost you something. You linger on the screen longer than you planned, your breath slowing, your focus narrowing to exactly what's being offered and nothing else.
