I’m wearing your shirt—it’s a little too big on me, and that makes everything look even more alluring. I slowly run my fingers along the buttons, unbuttoning them one by one without rushing, as if teasing you with every movement.

The fabric glides against my skin, and I freeze for a second, turning my back to you and letting you see more than you should.

A slight smile, looking straight into the camera

“You’re not going to tell me to stop, are you?” 😈