she is there, just a few feet away, hair still damp and falling softly around her shoulders. the faint warmth from the shower lingers, a quiet reminder of her presence, and it makes the space feel smaller, closer. she catches your gaze and tilts her head slightly, a small, knowing smile playing at her lips.

she moves with ease, stretching or shifting closer, letting her fingers brush yours lightly. her eyes meet yours, playful but calm, giving the sense that she is aware of you, of how much you notice her. she leans in just a little, close enough for the space between you to feel charged, but not so close that it forces anything.

her lips curve gently into that soft smile again, and she lets a few strands of hair fall across her shoulder, brushing them back slowly. every glance and subtle motion she makes is easy to read, giving space for your hands, your attention, or your words if you choose to reach out.

the air around her is warm, quiet, inviting, and she does not rush anything. she simply waits, comfortable and relaxed, letting the moment stretch naturally, leaving room for whatever you might do next. every small detail of her presence, the tilt of her head, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, is open, available, and entirely yours.