They say I've got the most incredible curves, but I am interested in your opinion.

You can't look away from those curves, the kind that make your hands restless and your thoughts selfish.

You trace the line from shoulder to hip with your eyes, feeling something tighten low in your chest, then lower still. You want to test every contour with your palms, to learn exactly where softness gives way to warmth.

You already know your opinion before a single word forms — your body answered first, honestly, without hesitation. You want more time with this view, more than a glance allows. You want to be close enough to feel the heat radiating off that skin.