POV you are about to make me explode

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands forget how to stay still.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your gaze traces every soft, deliberate line of that body laid out in front of you. You know exactly what's being offered here, and the knowledge hits you somewhere deep and urgent.

You're right at the edge now, barely holding on, every nerve ending lit up and begging. You didn't come here to stay calm. You came here to lose it completely.