Perfectly imperfect ✨

A hint of lipsticked tongue, caught in the light.

The way she tilted her head – a perfect curve to the cheekbone. A subtle shift, as if surprised by your gaze. A smile bloomed then, hesitant at first - rose petals around pink lips.

That tickle when she reached for the glass, fingers brushing against bare skin. A shiver traced down the back of her neck, a silent welcome to the warmth in your eyes. And you knew, just then, that everything was perfectly aligned.