I love tanning nude after class

You find her stretched across a sun-warmed towel, textbooks abandoned at the edge of the blanket, skin flushed gold from an afternoon that belongs entirely to her.

The light catches every curve without apology — shoulder blades, the slow dip of her lower back, the lazy confidence of someone who has decided the afternoon belongs to her body first.

She tilts her chin toward the sun with her eyes closed, completely unhurried, the kind of stillness that makes you feel like an interruption she might actually welcome.