Golden hour glowin'. Pure blissing. ✨

The scent of rain and lavender drifted from the shower. Your hand brushed the back of hers as you reached for your glass. A slight turn of the wrist, just so, as she tilted her head. A small exhale – perhaps a hint of warmth against the cool skin of your fingers. Her eyes, dark chocolate, lingered a beat longer than necessary. A shy smile touched her lips when you didn’t immediately move away. Perfect.