These pants wouldn't last on me if we were together right now.

You can't stop staring at the way those yoga pants cling to every curve, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination.

You feel your breath catch as your eyes trace the outline of a body clearly designed to wreck your focus entirely. You want nothing more than to close the distance, slide your hands over the fabric, and feel the warmth underneath.

You already know exactly how this ends — your fingers hooking the waistband, pulling slow and deliberate while watching that confident expression shift into something far more urgent just for you.