Blissful peace in a cashmere sweater & sunlight filtering through the trees. Doesn't get much better than this. ✨

The scent of rain on skin – hers. A trace of warmth against the cool air as your hand brushed the back of yours at dinner. Not quite tentative; more like knowing. Slight turn of the wrist, just so, as she reached for the last glass of wine. A subtle shift in posture, too - leaning closer now, when you weren’t even looking. That faint pink blush rising onto her cheekbone, answering your gaze with a silent, delicious invitation.