Snackin

You've caught this petite body mid-snack, and somehow that makes the whole thing more irresistible.

You notice the casual confidence of someone completely unbothered, fingers brushing lips, eyes that know exactly what they're doing to you. You want to trace the curve from shoulder to hip with your hands, slowly, like you have nowhere else to be.

You feel something tighten in your chest — lower, honestly — watching a moment this unguarded and this charged at the same time. You'd trade anything to be in that room right now.