Golden hour glowin'. ✨ Radiatin' peace and perfect peach cheeks. Love you all! ❤️‍🔥

The steam curled around her neck, catching the light in the way your hand did too often when it brushed hers as you reached for the mug. A slight turn of the head, just so that she could see the curve of your lip when she smiled – a small, hesitant smile. A shiver traced its way down her spine at the sight, almost imperceptible, like the rustle of silk. You didn’t notice quite yet; she was perfectly content here, nestled in the warmth, lost in the gaze.”