She leans in, the lace slipping off her shoulder, eyes sparkling with something she isnβt sayingβ¦ not yet. The air between you hums with ten
She leans in, the lace slipping off her shoulder, eyes sparkling with something she isnβt sayingβ¦ not yet.
The air between you hums with tension β her lips curled in a soft smile, hands resting, waiting... daring.
Sheβs not just teasing.
Sheβs inviting.
And the next move?
Thatβs yours. π