What’s the very First word that cums to mind?

Your eyes land on her before your brain catches up — something about the angle, the light, the way she holds herself like she already knows what you're thinking.

The question hangs in the air between you. Not innocent. Never innocent. Your mouth forms a word you wouldn't say out loud in polite company, and somehow she looks like she heard it anyway.

One word. Yours is already there, sitting at the back of your teeth. She's the kind of image that skips past thought entirely and lands somewhere lower, somewhere honest.