Golden hour glow and perfect peach fuzz. ✨ Feeling utterly radiant today!

The steam from the bathwafer clung to your shoulder as you leaned back, just so slightly, against her bare arm. A subtle shift in weight. Her breath hitched—a quiet sound – when your fingers brushed hers as you reached for the towel. She tilted her head then, a hint of pink blooming on her cheekbone. You lingered, not quite certain if she noticed how easily the strap of her dress slipped down one shoulder, trailing towards the light.