I just think I could be waiting for you like this at home ♥

You notice those curves first — the way they pull your attention like gravity, soft and undeniable against the light.

You imagine coming home to exactly this, the door barely closed behind you before your hands already know where they want to go.

You feel something tighten in your chest, then lower, a wanting that has nothing polite about it.

You stand there a moment longer than you should, just looking, letting the image settle into you.

You already know this is the kind of welcome that ruins you for anything ordinary.