Golden hour glowin'. Blessed by the fans. Pure joy. ✨

The steam from the bath waterights up, catching the curve of her neck as you reach for her hand. A slight hesitation in your fingers, then—certainty. Her thumb brushes against yours, barely noticeable at first, but now…a warmth that spreads down your arm. She tilts her head ever so slightly, eyes closed, lips parted just enough. A small smile plays about them when your fingertips trace the line of her collarbone. Shivers.”