When your friend teases you with a little peek

You catch a glimpse of that cleavage and your focus instantly narrows to nothing else in the room.

You know this game — the casual lean forward, the shirt that falls just enough, the smile that says the reveal is entirely intentional. You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, that specific hunger that has no polite name.

You want to close the distance, to press your mouth against that warm skin and feel a sharp breath get drawn above you. You stay exactly where you are, wanting more, getting just enough to make waiting unbearable.