Golden hour glow and perfect pouts. ✨ What could be better than a little self-love? 🥰

The wool of her sleeve brushed against your hand as you reached for the wine glass. A slight turn of the wrist, just enough to catch the light in the amber liquid. Her breath hitched—a delicate sound easily missed – when your fingers lingereded, barely touching the soft curve of her elbow. A shy smile bloomed then, lips fluttering slightly, as if surprised by the warmth radiating from your gaze. Perfect."