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

The scent of rain and lavender clung to her hair as you leaned closer. A slight shift in the knit of your sweater grazed her shoulder – barely felt, almost missed. Her hand tilted slightly, just enough, when your thumb brushed it back. A delicate blush bloomed across those perfectly sculpteded cheeks; a hint of pink against the soft skin. A small smile touched her lips then - yours for sure. Perfect.