Just say “yes” if you want to receive nudes from a girl like me

The invitation hangs in the air like a held breath — simple, direct, electric. She already knows the answer before you give it, one corner of her mouth pulled into something between a smile and a dare.

Your cursor hovers. Your pulse doesn't. That single word sits waiting in your throat, smaller than it feels, heavier than it should be.

Yes. You type it. Send it. And somewhere on the other side of a screen, a notification lights up — and she reaches for her phone with very deliberate hands.