After seeing my butt, What would my contact name be if you had my number

You're looking at a petite frame that stops your thoughts mid-sentence, the kind of body that makes you reach for your phone before you've even decided what to say.

You already know you'd type something embarrassing, thumbs moving faster than your brain, because what you're seeing doesn't leave room for composure or clever words.

You'd save the number immediately, pick a name that says everything without saying anything, and check it more times than you'd ever admit — just to remind yourself this is real.