Golden hour glow ✨ Loving these Parisian streets & feeling absolutely divine!

The wool of the cardigan brushed your hand as you reached for hers – not quite touching, just close. A slight turn of the wrist, a hint of warmth radiated outwards. She tilted her head ever so slightly, a subtle shift in weight that felt like an invitation. A small smile played at the corner of her lips when your gaze lingered on the curve of her neck. A shiver traced its way down her spine, silent and sweet. Perfect.