Golden hour glow ✨ Loving these Parisian streets!

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, dampening the dark strands that fell across her cheek. A hesitant hand brushed against your wrist as she tilted her head, catching the light in the reflection of the water. A subtle shift – a slight turn of the shoulder towards you – as if unsure whether to embrace the warmth. A small smile touched her lips when you didn’t move away, just continued to watch, eyes lingering on the curve of her neck.