Are you in need of an extra tall gf? [f]

She fills the doorframe without trying, shoulders nearly brushing both sides, legs that begin somewhere near your chest and don't stop for a long time. Looking up at her isn't a choice — it's just what you do.

Her hands could cup your face completely. When she steps closer, the air shifts. You become suddenly, acutely aware of every inch between your height and hers, and how much you want to close that distance anyway.

She's watching you do the math. She already knows the answer. The slight curve at the corner of her mouth says she enjoys making you figure it out yourself.