Bliss

The sea breeze tickles her skin as she turns. A hint of rose between the lashes, a trace of warmth in your gaze. Her lips purse slightly when you brush the strap of her bandeau – a subtle shift, almost unnoticed. A shiver traces down her spine, not from cold, but from that closeness. The sound of waves softens to a gentle hum as she leans just so. A smile blooms on her face, shy and perfect. Now.