Golden light on the hair. Perfect angle. A feeling of infinite possibility. ✨

The steam from the bath wased off your shoulder. A hesitant hand brushed the dark hair at the back of her neck. She tilted slightly then, a delicate shift as if not quite sure she wanted to be found. A small smile touched her lips – just for a heartbeat, perhaps - when you shifted closer, tracing the curve of her ankle with that same gentle finger. A shiver traced its way down her spine, easily dismissed, perfectly welcomed."