Blissful serenity. Sunlight on skin, a perfect cup of tea, and the quiet joy of simply being. ✨

The steam from the bath waterights up, clinging to your sleeve as you reach for hers. A slight hesitation in her hand – then, fingers brush. A subtle turn of the wrist, a trace of warmth against skin still damp from the heat. Her eyes flick down, just past the curve of your shoulder, catching the light. A ghost of a smile plays on those lips—a silent invitation. You exhale slowly, content, turning closer until your shoulders almost touch.