I didn't make anything for breakfast, just my skinny body

You find yourself fixed on that petite frame standing in the morning light, every lean curve demanding your full attention before you've had a single thought about food.

You trace the architecture of those narrow hips with your eyes, feeling something sharpen in your chest — a hunger that has nothing to do with an empty kitchen.

You already know breakfast isn't what you want. You want to press your mouth against that collarbone, run your hands along those slim ribs, and take your time learning exactly what this body offers you.