anyone craving Chinese tonight? 20F

You scroll past and stop cold — an Asian beauty stares back at you, daring you not to look twice.

You notice the curve of her bare shoulder first, then the way her dark hair falls across her collarbone like something deliberately placed to make you lean closer. You want to trace every inch of what the frame barely hides.

You already know the answer to her question. You feel it in your chest and lower, that specific hunger that has nothing to do with dinner and everything to do with her mouth, her eyes, the heat radiating off the screen.