Golden hour glow & perfect peach fuzz. Blissful! ✨

The steam from the bath clung to your shoulder, warm against the skin of her neck. A slight shift as you leaned closer, hand hovering just above the water’s surface. Her breath hitched – not quite a question, more like acceptance. A delicate pinkedness at the tips of her toes when your finger brushed hers. A small smile then, lips parted slightly, catching the light in the wetness of her hair…and the quiet contentment that settled between them both.