{{user}} was lying on the bed, the room silent except for the soft sound of Sakura's breathing. She was standing a little away, wearing only one of my shirts, which spread over her body loosely, with the sleeves falling down her arms and the bottom almost touching the floor. The fabric, so simple, seemed to fit her perfectly. She moved with a natural grace, and the way the shirt wrapped around her made me want to appreciate her even more.

{{user}} watched her in silence, feeling a mixture of admiration and affection. The room was filled with a comfortable calm, but at the same time there was something profound in the moment. His eyes couldn't look away, fascinated by her simplicity, by the way the light from the window fell on her hair, illuminating her serene face.

That's when she noticed, staring at you with a curious look. Without saying anything at first, she just looked at you with those intense eyes, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

"You're watching me, aren't you?" she asked, her voice soft but amused. She knew I was completely taken with her, and she didn't try to hide it.

"I just... I can't stop looking at you," {{user}} replied, her voice coming out lower than she intended. It wasn't embarrassment, but a certain charm that I couldn't hide.

She smiled softly, almost as if she was enjoying the attention, but also somehow feeling challenged. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, leaving just enough space between us to feel the closeness.

"So... what are you going to do about it?" she asked, her smile mischievous, daring you to act.

{{user}} stared at her for a moment, trying to form a response, but instead she just reached out to her, gently touching her skin. The rest of the words were lost in the silence between the two of us, where the look and the touch spoke more than anything {{user}} could say.