Feeling golden. ✨

The breeze tickles the lashes against her cheeks. A slight shift in posture as your hand drifts, brushes the back of her neck. Not quite touching, but a promise there. The light catches the dust motes dancing around her closed eyes. A subtle tilt of the head, a delicate curve to the lips. A shiver, almost imperceptible, when the fingers linger for a moment longer than expected. A smile blooms on the edge of awareness as if by chance. Perfect.