One hand slides down the crest of my shoulder to remove the thin black strap from my body. The other brushes my cheek, tracing my jawline until the tip of your index finger reaches my lower lip.
You pull my lip down a little, just enough to expose the gap between where my top and bottom teeth should meet. You slide your hand to the back of my neck, drawing my face closer to yours. We stare longingly with bated breath, knowing what is to come.