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Abs in Bristol — The Gaze

I remember the way the afternoon light slipped through my apartment window — soft, lazy, warm enough to make the whole room feel like it was exhaling with me. I lay on my stomach across the bed, curls falling forward, sheets warm beneath my skin.

I lifted my head just enough to meet the lens.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

“Look into my eyes,” I murmured, half a whisper, half a dare.

Not because I wanted to pose —

but because I wanted to see if you could keep up.

The light traced along my shoulder, down the line of my back, catching the red on my lips just right. I felt the smile tug at the corner of my mouth — slow, deliberate, the kind that says I know the effect I’m having… and yes, I’m doing it on purpose.

I didn’t need to arch or twist or perform.

All I had to do was hold the stare.

There’s a kind of power in that —

in knowing the whole frame shifts around you,

that the room, the camera, the moment

only really settle into place once you decide they can.

I wasn’t trying to control the scene.

I was just letting you feel

how easily I could.

And when the shutter clicked,

I didn’t blink.

I wanted you to see exactly what it feels like

when I look at you

and refuse to look away