Netflix and I bring the snacks

You notice her thick curves filling out those pajamas like a fantasy you didn't know you had until right now.

You forget whatever was playing on the screen the moment your eyes trace the full weight of those hips shifting against the cushions. You feel something sharpen in your chest, then lower. You reach for the remote but your attention refuses to move.

You already know the snacks were just an excuse. You want to pull her closer, press your hands into that soft, generous body, and let the night take its time going absolutely nowhere.