POV wife getting ready
Your petite wife stands at the mirror, pulling her hair up with both hands, completely unaware of how the movement lifts everything — her shirt, her gaze, your pulse.
You watch from the doorway, taking in the curve of her lower back, the soft skin above her waistband, the casual intimacy of a moment she doesn't know you're stealing.
You feel the specific hunger that comes not from nudity but from proximity — from knowing exactly what's underneath, from having permission, from wanting her anyway, always, even like this.
