Golden hour glow & perfect pouts. ✨ What could be better?

The steam from the bath clung to her skin, a delicate weight as your hand brushed against the back of hers. A slight turn of the wrist, just so, as she tilted her head – a hint of that upturned lip, almost always. Her dark hair tickled your fingers, not quite resisting when you gently pushed it aside. A soft exhale, a subtle shift closer. That near graze of shoulder blades…a shiver traced down your spine. Perfect.