Sophie Marie (Patreon)

I felt the warm tile against my palms as I stretched up, letting my breath settle. I knew you were behind me—I could feel the quiet pause in the air, that moment when you’re looking at me but trying not to be obvious about it.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

“I can feel you staring,” I murmured, not bothering to turn around, my voice low and playful.

The straps on my back shifted as I moved just a little, enough to make your attention sharpen, enough to let you know I was doing it on purpose.

I let my hair fall over one shoulder, exposing just a little more of myself to your gaze.

“I didn’t say you had to stop…” I added softly.

There was something delicious in the silence that followed—your breath, the stillness, the way the room suddenly felt a few degrees warmer. I didn’t need to see your expression to know exactly what it looked like.

And I liked knowing I had that effect on you