Where are we going on vacation ;)

You can't stop staring at that cleavage, soft curves pressing forward like an answered prayer.

You feel the pull immediately — something about the way the fabric barely holds its ground, the warmth radiating off skin that looks like it was made to be touched slowly.

You imagine the destination doesn't matter anymore, not when the view right in front of you is already the best thing you've seen all year, and every mile forward just means more time alone together, your hands finding reasons to wander wherever the road takes them.