No one invited me to their cookout! Will you? ?

You spot this petite figure and suddenly every cookout plan you had means nothing.

You feel your eyes trace the curve of a waist you could wrap your hands around twice, the kind of body that makes your mouth go dry before you've said a single word. You want to pull that smile closer, feel warm skin against your palms, and forget whatever else you had going on this afternoon.

You already know the answer to the question — yes, you're inviting this one, immediately, and you're finding every excuse to keep the evening going long after the grill goes cold.