Golden hour glow ✨ Loving these Parisian streets and all the fans! 🥰

The scent of rain and sandalwood drifts closer as you reach for the sleeve of her favorite cardigan. A slight shift in posture – one shoulder subtly turned towards your hand. A delicate pinking of the lips when your fingers brush against them - a subtle warmth spreads through the quiet room. She doesn’t pull away; not quite. Just a gentle relaxation of the muscles around her eyes, a hint of anticipation. You hold that for a heartbeat, perfect.