Just got out of the shower everything is soft even my feet 😩

Steam still clings to your skin, every inch of you flushed and warm from the heat. Your hair drips slow trails down your shoulders, and the light catches the last drops sliding along your collarbone.

You stretch across the sheets, legs tangled in fabric that meets skin so fresh it barely registers the touch. Your feet press together, soles still tender, arches curved like something newly made.

This is the version of you that belongs to no one yet — unhurried, loose-limbed, smelling of soap and wanting nothing except to be seen exactly like this.