Steam still clings to my skin, each droplet tracing its way down until the towel becomes the only secret I have left. I could’ve dropped it… maybe I almost did. You’ll never know, will you?
The warmth, the slow breath, the weight of the water... It’s a dangerous kind of intimacy, letting you see just enough to make you imagine the rest.
Tell me, little one… if I let it slip, would you look away, or would you fall to your knees? 🗝️💜