Feeling perfect! ✨

The wool of the sweater brushed your hand as you leaned in closer, a slight shift in her weight. A catch in the breath, a tilt of the head towards the easy curve of the smile playing on her lips when your gaze landed on her ankle. The rose-colored stockings shimmered with a hint of warmth - a shiver traced its way down your spine as the skirt grazed your knee. It was perfect. Beautifully imperfect.