Golden hour glow & perfect peach fuzz. ✨️

The scent of rain and cedar hung in the air as you leaned closer. Her hand brushed your sleeve, barely noticeable – until now. A slight turn of the wrist, an almost hesitant tilt of the head towards your eye. A small smile bloomed on her lips, delicate like one of the ferns spilling from the window box. That shifted something within you; a warmth that spread through the quiet space between them, a subtle shift when she tilted further still.