Golden hour glow ✨ Loving these Parisian streets and the feeling of being completely ourselves. 🥰

The steam from the tea rose, catching in the light that brushed your shoulder as you leaned closer. Her hand drifted slightly, fingers brushing against the sleeve of your shirt – barely felt, almost unnoticed at first. A subtle shift then; a slight turn of the head, eyes closing for just a fraction of a second as they landed on hers. A small smile touched her lips—a blush crept up her neck. That was enough.