Innocent but naughty

She holds your gaze with wide, unhurried eyes — the kind that make you second-guess what she's actually thinking. There's something deliberate beneath that soft expression, a quiet dare she's placing directly in your lap.

The details betray her: fingers curled just so, fabric pulled a fraction too far, a mouth resting in a shape that isn't quite a smile but knows exactly what it's doing to you.

You keep telling yourself she looks sweet. She keeps letting you believe it, right up until the moment she decides you've waited long enough.