Golden hour glowin'. Pure blissing. ✨

The steam from the bath clung to your shoulder, warm against her skin. Her hand drifted down, hesitant, brushing the back of yours as she reached for the water glass. A slight turn of the wrist, then – a subtle shift in weight as if settling closer. A faint blush rose to her cheeks when you tilted your head, just so, catching the light in her hair. And that small, delicious smile... was that enough?