Golden hour glowin'. Just us and our fans. ✨

The steam from the bath clings to your sleeve as you reach for hers. A hesitant turn of the wrist, then – contact. Not quite warmth yet, just that delicious awareness. Her breath hitches slightly at the tip of her shoulder, a subtle shift in the quiet room. A small smile graces her lips, tilting towards you. You linger, hand resting lightly on her back, letting the scent of lavender drift between you both. Perfect.