Let’s spend the day in bed ?

You catch a glimpse of lingerie barely holding itself together against warm, soft skin, and your hands already know exactly what they want to do.

You let your eyes trace every curve slowly, the way the fabric pulls tight in all the right places, the way the light falls across a body built for exactly this kind of lazy, indulgent morning.

You feel the pull of it — nowhere to be, nothing to do except peel back those thin layers and spend every hour exactly where you are, skin against skin, completely unhurried.