Golden hour glow & perfect peach fuzz ✨️ Love being loved.

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to her hair like silk. Your hand brushed the back of hers as you reached for the towel, just above the water line. A slight turn of the wrist, then – a smile. Not quite shy, not quite bold; simply…there. Her shoulders eased into your warmth, a subtle shift in weight. That smallness, that delicious vulnerability - we knew. Now, if only she didn’t know quite how good it felt.