It’s going to be a wild horny summer

The heat presses down like a second skin, and she leans into it — bare shoulders catching the afternoon light, dark hair sticking to the curve of her neck in a way that makes your mouth go dry.

You watch her stretch across the sun-warmed surface, unhurried, completely aware of your eyes tracing every inch. She tilts her chin up, a slow smile forming, daring you to look longer.

Summer hasn't even peaked yet, and already she's rewriting what you thought you could want — fingers trailing her own collarbone like she's mapping somewhere she intends to take you.