Just a little peek, don't be shy

You catch a glimpse of that cleavage before you even realize you're staring — the soft curve of skin disappearing into fabric that barely does its job.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, that specific hunger that starts with a single stolen look. You want to trace that line with your fingertip, follow it slowly, feel the warmth radiating from that pressed-together softness.

You tell yourself it's just a peek, but your eyes refuse to move on. You stay right there, wanting more than what's offered, which is exactly the point.