I smile when men pay attention to me

You notice that cute smile first — the kind that makes your pulse stutter and your thoughts go sideways.

You find your eyes moving slower than they should, taking in every detail with an attention that borders on greedy. You feel something warm settle low in your chest, then lower still. You want to be the reason that expression stays on those lips.

You already know this is the kind of face you'd think about later, alone, in the dark. You want that gaze aimed at you specifically, want to earn it, want to feel it like a hand on your skin.