White on white on white & soon to be even more white (on my face)

You notice the lingerie first — white lace against pale skin, the kind of contrast that makes your eyes trace every edge slowly.

You feel the pull of it, the way the fabric barely contains what's underneath, leaving just enough to keep your attention locked and your thoughts running ahead of the moment.

You already know where this is going, and the anticipation sits warm and heavy in your chest, lower than that too — the promise of white on white, and one more layer still to come, yours to leave behind.