Golden hour glow ✨ Loving this view from our Parisian balcony! Pure bliss. 🥰

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, dark strands clinging too close as she shifted. Your hand brushed the back of hers, hesitant at first – then not so much. A slight turn of the head, just enough to catch you glancing down, a hint of warmth in those brown eyes that lingered for a beat longer than necessary. A small smile touched her lips as your fingers tightened, barely noticeable, but undeniably there. That shiver… was that ours?