Cute zipped and unzipped

You notice the petite frame first — small shoulders, narrow waist, the kind of body that makes your hands feel suddenly purposeful.

You watch the zipper trace a slow line down, revealing skin in careful increments, each inch a quiet negotiation between covered and bare. You feel the tension of that threshold, the fabric clinging just enough to remind you what it's about to surrender.

You want to close the distance, to finish what the zipper started. You already know exactly how warm that skin would feel under your palms.