Golden hour glow and perfect peach fuzz! ✨️ Simply radiant.

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, soft curls around her cheekbone. You shifted closer, hand brushing against the sleeve of your robe as you leaned in for a sip of water. A slight turn of the head, then a shy smile - lips barely moving – when your eyes caught hers. A delicate shift in weight, just so, as if perfectly balanced between closeness and hesitant grace. That small tilt of the chin… oh, that little tilt.