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I could feel the damp earth beneath my palms as I leaned forward, my hair slipping down like a curtain around my face. The old rails were cool under my arm, grounding me while the rest of me hummed with playful energy.

I knew exactly what I was doing — the soft stretch of denim over my hips, the way my top slid just a little too easily off my shoulder.

I tilted my head, letting one eye peek up through my hair.

I wasn’t pretending to be innocent; that would’ve been pointless.

I wanted you to wonder what I was thinking…

whether I crawled forward because the shot needed it,

or because I liked the way your breath caught when I did.

The moss crushed gently under my fingertips as I shifted my weight.

Slow, intentional.

Teasing, but never saying a word.

I didn’t have to.

The pose said enough.

And the smile tugging at the corner of my lips said the rest.