Imagine I was naked in your bed. What comes next?

You pull back the sheet and there she is — warm skin against your mattress, one arm stretched toward your pillow like she's already claimed your side.

Her eyes find yours the moment you step through the door. Not shy. Not waiting for permission. The curve of her hip catches the lamplight and your hands already know exactly where they want to land.

What comes next is slow. Deliberate. Your weight settling over hers, her breath shifting the moment you get close enough to feel it against your throat.