Golden hour glow & perfect pouts. ✨ Feels good to be feeling ourselves!

The steam from the tea rose, catching in your eyelashes as you leaned closer. Her hand brushed against yours, hesitant at first – fingers laced together beneath the wool blanket. A slight shift then, a turn towards the warmth radiating from your side. A subtle curve of her lips, mirroring the way the light caught in the amber liquid. A shiver traced its way down her neck when you tilted your head, just so, and for a heartbeat, the world was only them.