A bit bigger when I hold them in my hands

You notice right away how petite the frame is, yet your hands would make those curves feel fuller, warmer, more substantial than they appear.

You find your gaze pulling downward, tracing the soft weight of what spills just slightly beyond what you'd expect, the kind of contradiction that keeps your attention locked and your breath shallow.

You already know the feeling — palms cupped around something that fits perfectly, pressure meeting give, your fingers spreading wide to take in every inch of what's offered so openly to your wanting eyes.