Golden hour glow & perfect peach fuzz. Life is good ✨

The warmth of your hand rests just below the curve of her collarbone. A slight shift in her weight –edgy, not hesitant — as she turns toward you. A flush rises to the tip of her neck, barelychesing through the cool air between them. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth when your thumb brushes against her wrist. Her breath hitches—a tiny, perfect sound. You linger for a beat longer than necessary, drinking it all in."