Oh no, it looks like I'm falling out of my top

You notice the cute way that top clings on by almost nothing, a single shift away from giving up entirely.

You feel your breath catch at the soft curve spilling forward, the fabric losing its battle in the most deliberate way possible. You want to reach out and decide for yourself whether it stays or goes. You already know the answer.

You keep staring because looking away feels impossible. You trace every inch of what's offered to your eyes, the warmth of skin catching light, the invitation sitting right there, barely contained and completely aware of exactly what it's doing to you.