Bliss

The sun caught the lace of her dress, a scatter of pinks and blues. A trace of warmth in your gaze as it brushed the curve of her cheek – a slight tilt of the head, thenward. A shiver that wasn't from the sea breeze. The faintest hint of a smile at the corner of your mouth when she turned to you, just for an instant. The scent of salt and summer dust on her skin. Perfect.