She moved slowly, like she wasn't in any rush at all, her fingers working their way down one button at a time. Each small motion felt drawn out, as if she was either thinking too much about it or not thinking about it at all. By the time she finished, every single button on her clothes had been undone, the fabric loosening and parting until it hung open completely.
Underneath, she revealed… a surprisingly luxurious lacy bra.
It stood out more than it probably should have. The design wasn't simple or plain. It had that delicate, intricate pattern that looked like someone actually put thought into choosing it, not something random you'd expect her to wear.
That honestly caught me off guard.
I didn't expect something like that from her. It just didn't match the image I had in my head.
"What?" she said, her voice cutting through my thoughts as she caught me staring.
