Cozy

The warmth of your hand on the back of her neck, a silent invitation. A slight turn of the head, just to catch the light in her eyelashes as you look. A delicate shift of weight, a subtle tightening of the lips when she smiles at the memory. The way the coffee steam curls upwards, mirroring the strands that escaped her ribbons. A shiver traces down her spine – not from the cold, certainly. Just the gentle warmth radiating back from your gaze."