waiting in bed like a good girl

You find her waiting with that perfect ass arched upward, sheets barely covering anything that matters.

You feel the pull of it immediately — the patience in her pose, the deliberate way every curve is angled toward your arrival, like the whole room was arranged just to wreck your composure.

You know exactly what that stillness costs, the discipline of holding position, wanting and waiting in equal measure, and you understand without a word spoken that whatever happens next belongs entirely to you.