What would do you if you had me like this [F]

You find her exactly like this — positioned, waiting, the question already hanging in the air before you've touched her. Her body answers what her words are asking, every curve angled toward what comes next.

Your hands would know where to start. The back of her neck, maybe. Or grip what's offered so deliberately in front of you. She's made the decision easy, arranged herself into an answer you didn't have to ask for.

The real question isn't what you'd do. It's how long you could stand there just looking before need overrides every careful thought in your head.