A little 18 year old babe

She perches on the edge of the bed, bare shoulders catching the afternoon light, the kind of young that still carries a certain nervous electricity in the fingertips.

You notice the way she holds eye contact just a beat too long, testing something, deciding something, her lower lip caught briefly between her teeth before she lets it go.

Everything about her reads like a first time doing this for an audience — the slight flush across her collarbone, the deliberate stillness she forces into hands that clearly want to move.