Golden hour glow and perfect pouts. ✨ Loving this view!

The warmth from your hand, now resting lightly on the back of hers, begins to thaw the evening chill. A slight turn of the head, just enough to catch the light in her dark hair – a strandlets onto her cheek. Shechesks, barely perceptible, as if surprised by the awareness. Her fingertips brush against yours, tentative at first, then more certain. A small smile graces those lips—a silent invitation. And you remain, perfectly still, content to linger here.