Will you watch me do yoga?

You can't look away from the cleavage that curves into view as the pose deepens, slow and deliberate, like an invitation you didn't expect to accept.

You feel your breath catch watching the body fold and stretch, each position revealing something new, something warm and close and impossible to ignore.

You stay exactly where you are, eyes tracing the line of skin from shoulder to chest, aware that watching has become its own kind of wanting, quiet and total and completely yours.