Blissful here. Sun on our face, fans in the crowd. Pure perfection ✨

The steam from the bath rose, clinging to the dark hair at the back of your hand. A slight turn of the head as you brushed a stray strand towards her cheek - a delicate shift in weight, too – when she tilted her chin up. Her eyes, half-closed against the water’s shimmer, caught yours for just a fraction longer than necessary. A small smile played upon those lips, barely visible, yet undeniably present. That almost certainly was a blush.