Don’t be shy.. you can have a taste

She leans forward just enough, dark eyes daring you to close the distance. Her expression carries that specific confidence — unhurried, certain you'll accept the invitation eventually.

The angle pulls your attention exactly where she intends. Bronze skin catches the light, and something about the way she holds herself makes the room feel smaller, warmer, like the air has thickened between you.

She's not asking. The title says don't be shy, but her look says she already knows you won't be. One taste, she implies, and you'll stop pretending you needed convincing at all.