Feeling perfect.

The sand feels fine between your toes as you watch her turn, caught in the spray of the waves. A slight tilt of the head, a flash of pink on the floral bra. A shiver traces down the spine when fingers,hesitant at first, brush against the back of the legs. A smile blooms on her lips – perfectly imperfect – as she turns towards you. A little blush rises to her cheeks; a hint of warmth in your gaze. A perfect moment, quiet and sure.