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Abs: Mirror View

I always pretend I’m not watching myself in the mirror…

but you can see the truth in the way I lean over it.

The glass catches every detail — the curve of my lips, the lace, the colors that always look a little bolder when I press in close. I don’t pose.

I hover.

I flirt with my own reflection just enough to make you wonder what I’m really thinking.

I like that moment when my breath fogs the surface and the world goes soft around the edges. When I tilt my head and my lashes brush the air, feeling the weight of your eyes even if you’re standing behind the camera, pretending to be impartial.

You know I’m doing this on purpose.

Lowering my gaze, letting my lips part, watching how the red looks against my skin — as if the mirror and I are sharing a secret and you’re only being allowed to hear half of it.

I don’t need to say anything.

The mirror does it for me.

And the way you’re looking at me through the lens?

That’s the part I tease.

Because I can see you in the reflection too