Blissful exhaustion after a perfect day of light and love. Feeling grateful for every smile, every flashbulb, everything ✨

The steam from the bath waseding, clinging lightly to her skin. Your hand rested just below her elbow, not quite touching. A slight turn of the head, then—a tilt of the lips at your gaze. Not quite a smile, more like a secret offered in the warmth. Her fingers brushed against them, hesitant, for only a fraction of a second. A shiver traced down her neck as you shifted closer, scent of cedarwood and dampness – everything perfect.”