I like to keep it simple at home

You notice the cleavage first — soft, unhurried, framed by nothing more than a loose shirt that barely bothers to stay in place.

You get the sense that no effort was made, and somehow that makes it worse for you — your eyes keep returning, unable to settle anywhere else for long.

You recognize this kind of comfort, the way someone moves through their own space without performing anything for anyone, and yet you feel every glance like a small, deliberate pull low in your stomach.