Golden hour glowin'. Pure joy here in this perfect moment. ✨️

The steam curled around your shoulder, barely reaching the curve of her neck. A slight turn as you leaned in close, just enough that the sleeve of her silk dress grazed your hand. Her breath warmed slightly when you brushed it aside. Not quite a question, but an invitation nonetheless. A subtle shift – a tilt of the head, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. A shiver traced down her spine; not from cold, certainly.”