Feeling perfect

The waterlets cool on skin. A slight turn of the head, catching the sunlight in her hair. A hesitant brush of fingertips against a bare shoulder, barely there. A shiver, not quite from the coolness. More from the warmth of your gaze. The subtle widening of eyes as you shift closer, scent of jasmine and summer air. A smile then - brief, perfect – when one of the straps to your thumb dips. A deliciousness in that moment.