Golden hour glow & perfect peach fuzz. ✨

The steam from the bath waterqueshed your face as you leaned in close. A hesitant brush of fingers against the back of your hand—not quite bold, not yet. Her shoulders eased slightly into yours, the scent of lavender and warmth radiating outwards. A small smile played at the corner of her lips, barely noticeable if you weren’t paying attention. That single shift, that subtle acceptance – a shiver traced down your spine. Perfect.