Golden light on the hair. Perfect angle. Slight smile. Pure bliss ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to her dark hair as you leaned closer. A slight shift in weight when your hand brushed hers – not quite hesitant, just… delicate. Her shoulders eased ever so slightly into yours. A faint scent of lavender and warmth against skin still damp from the water. A small smile played on her lips then, catching the light. You held that gaze for a beat longer, and she tilted her head. Perfect.