Golden hour glowin'. Pure blissing here. ✨

The steam curled around your shoulder, warm against the skin of her neck. A slight turn when you brushed past – not much resistance - as she reached for the wine glass. Her hand lingered just below your thumb, fingers loose yet certain. A subtle shift in weight, then a shy smile at the corner of her mouth as you tilted your head. That almost-smile. And now, a delicate trace of warmth bloomed on her cheek where your eyebrow grazed hers."