Feeling perfect.

The salt spray on your skin feels like a secret. A hesitant hand drifts up, brushes against the curve of her neck. A slight shift in posture – shoulders pull back just a fraction as fingers trace the line of her collarbone. A smile plays on lips touched by sun and sea. Her eyes, dark pools, hold for a beat longer than necessary when you glance at them. A shiver traces down your spine, subtle but perfect. The warmth lingers from that touch...