Golden hour glow ✨ Pure bliss being us.

The steam from the bath clings to her hair, just so. A hesitant hand rests at the curve of your wrist, fingers loose but firm. She shifts slightly then – not away. Just enough. A slight turn of the head, a hint of pink rising in her cheeks as the tips of her lashes brush against your shoulder. A small exhale, soft like silk, when you trace the line of her jaw. A subtle shift, perfectly imperfect. And now, that single, delicious shiver."