Radiant.

The light catches the petals of her rose dress, clinging to the sleeves as you reach for them. A slight turn of the head, a hint of pink on those lips as your fingertips brush against skin softened by summer nights. A shiver that isn't quite from the cool air – more like the memory of warmth. Sheches slightly, almost imperceptibly, when she thinks no one is looking. And you’re not.”