Perfectly serene

Velvet slides against skin, a subtle shift as you lean closer. The scent of rain and something else – her — drifts on the air. A slight turn of the head, lips brushing a hint of the strap. A shiver that isn't entirely from the cool light filtering through the book shelves. A smile blooms, shy and perfect, when your fingers graze the back of her hand. The silence between you hums with unspoken promise.