Golden hour glow and perfect pouts. ✨ Feels good to be feeling this fabulous!

The steam curled around your shoulder as you leaned in close. A brush of the hand against the back of hers – not quite tentative. Her breath hitched, a subtle warmth against the dampness of the evening. A slight turn of the head, just enough to catch the light reflecting in those dark eyes. A small smile played at the corner of her lips, a delicate shift towards us all. And when your thumb grazeded her wrist, that faintest of shivers…wasn’t the cold.”