Golden hour glow and perfect peach fuzz. ✨️ Blessed to be us.

The steam from the bath waterights up, catching the curve of her neck. You lean closer, not quite touching, just the brush of your hand against the back of her hand resting in the warm water. A slight turn of her head – one perfectine for you. A small smile blooms then, hesitant at first, likea rose petaling open. Shivers trace down her spine as if only for you. And when she shifts slightly, letting that little bit more skin show...pure delight.