What is your dick saying?

She's leaning forward, chin resting on her hand, eyes locked directly into the lens with that particular look — the one that makes your throat tighten before your brain catches up.

Her lips are slightly parted, waiting. Not for an answer, exactly. More like she's already heard it, already knows, and finds the whole situation quietly amusing in a way that puts you at a disadvantage.

You open your mouth. Nothing useful comes out. She tilts her head one degree and the silence gets louder. Your body answered her question before you even read it.