Golden hour glow and perfect peach fuzz. Doesn't get much better than this ✨

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, tracing the curve of her neck as you leaned closer. A slight shift in weight, then a tilt of the head – watching her dark lashes brush against her cheekbone. A small exhale when your hand brushed hers, just at the edge of the water. Her fingers tightened for a fraction of a second, not quite meeting, but close enough. A delicate blush rose on her skin, light as summer rain. A smile played on her lips—perfect.