Her petite legs looked even more enticing wrapped in that smooth, dark material, to the point where my breath caught in my throat for a moment. There was something about the way the fabric clung to her skin, hugging every delicate curve, that made her look almost unreal—like a work of art that wasn't fully aware of its own beauty. The tights accentuated her shape, her softness, her outline—every small dip and rise that I had memorized with my hands, and yet somehow looked brand new again. That dark sheen didn't just suit her; it elevated her whole presence. It made her look like she was crafted specifically to be seen like this, like the universe had intended her to wear something exactly like that.
"You look absolutely good," I said, the words slipping out before I even had the chance to second-guess myself.
