Golden hour glow & perfect pouts. ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, catching in your eyelashes as you watched her. A slight shift, then another, when your hand brushed against hers – just at the edge of the water, cool against warm skin. A small, almost silent sigh escaped her lips, a subtle tilt of the head towards you. That faint blush rising on her cheekbone, too - easily missed if you weren’t looking closely enough. A perfect curve of a smile played about her mouth as she turned slightly, closer now.