Golden hour glow and perfect peace. Simply feeling grateful for this moment ✨

The warmth of the mug slipped into your fingers as she tilted her head, just so. A slight turn of the wrist, catching the light from the firelight dancing across the dark strands escaping her braid. You hadn’t even noticed you were watching until then – that subtle shift in posture, the almost unconscious curve of her lip at the hint of heat. A tiny exhale when your hand brushed hers, reaching for another biscuit. A smile, now. Perfect.”