Feeling flawless

The cool tip of your hand finds the curve of our hip, just beneath the lace. A slight shift, a blush that might be breeze or something deeper. A shiver traces down her spine, subtle as the sea spray on the rocks. The scent of salt and summer hangs in the air, thick with unspoken desire. Her eyes, a hint of surprise, drift up to meet yours - a smile blooming slowly, just for you. A perfect curve of the lip against the light.