Golden hour glowin'. Pure blissing here. ✨

The steam from the bath waseddening, clinging to the dark hair at your side. A hesitant hand brushed against hers as she reached for a scented candle – lavender, maybe? A slight turn of the head, just enough to catch the light in the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. A subtle shift of weight, too, when you leaned closer. A small, quiet exhale, almost imperceptible, as if content in the warmth of that single, tender touch.