Pin me down? Please?

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands feel restless and your mouth go dry.

You imagine pressing your weight forward, feeling warmth rise from skin that gives just enough, holds just enough. You want to trace every line slowly, deliberately, like you have something to prove.

You already know what that look means — the tilted chin, the parted lips, the half-smile that dares you to move first. You feel the pull of it low in your chest, then lower. You don't wait much longer.