what do you think should be between them??

Your eyes drop straight to that cleavage, and there's no pretending otherwise.

You feel the pull of it like something physical, a warmth spreading through your chest and lower, your attention locked and unwilling to move. You know exactly what you want nestled between those soft, pressed curves — your fingers, your lips, your full and undivided hunger.

You let yourself imagine it slowly, the weight of that warmth against you, the closeness of it, the way your breath would catch. You already know your answer. You just want to hear yourself say it.