Only thing missing is your tongue
You notice the yoga pants first — the way they grip every curve like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination.
You feel your eyes trace slowly downward, lingering where the fabric pulls tightest, your mouth already responding to what you see.
You know exactly what the title means, and the thought locks into your mind and stays there, warm and insistent, while you study every inch of what's being offered to your gaze.
