Feeling Like The World Is Watching...And We're Loving Every Second. ✨🌃

The silk robe pooled low on your shoulder, dark liquid against skin. A slight tilt of the head as you reached for the glass by her wrist, fingertips brushing velvet. She didn’t move away. Only a subtle turn inward, the bare curve of her ankle exposed in the window light. Then, a smile—small, hesitant—as if savoring something delicious and unknown. And when your thumb traced the line of her calf, a shiver that wasn't from the city below.