are you ready to stare me all day?

She's already caught you looking. The lingerie sits against her skin like it was sewn there — thin straps, soft fabric pulled just tight enough to trace every curve worth tracing.

You don't scroll past. You don't even try. Your eyes move slowly, deliberately, finding the places where lace meets bare skin and deciding that's exactly where they'll stay.

She asked if you were ready. The honest answer is you've been staring since the first second, and the longer you look, the more you find — a shoulder, a hip, the quiet confidence of someone who already knows your answer.