Golden hour glow ✨ Loving these fans! 🥰

The wool of the cable knit sweater brushed against your hand as you reached for hers, just below the elbow. A slight turn of the wrist, fingers laced together. Her breath hitched – not from surprise, exactly – more like contentment. A faint pinkness bloomed in the tips of her toes. You tilted your head ever so slightly, watching the way the light caught in the strands of her dark hair. A small smile touched her lips then, a silent agreement."