Blissful.

The way your thumb brushed the edge of her hand—a hesitant warmth, then more confident. A slight turn of the head, a hint of pink on smooths against the light blue eyes. A smile played at the corner of her mouth, just visible as she tilted towards you. The scent of cherry blossoms drifted closer with each breath. A shiver, not entirely from the spring air. A perfectlyedoned petal fell, catching in your eyelashes—and a silent invitation was returned."