Feeling like a glass of wine. ✨

The tip of your finger brushes her wrist, barely there. A slight shift in the wine glass, a hint of that rose between them as she turns to smile. The set of her shoulders, subtly more aware now. A blush dusts her cheekbone - a delicate pink against the dark silk of her dress. That low curve of her lip when the light catches it perfectly. A shiver traces down your spine with each breathy exhale. Perfect.”