Radiant.

A hint of heat from the summer air. The scent of dust motes and cedarwood. Your gaze drifts down, a subtle curve to your lip as it lands on the back of our hand. A tiny shift in the silk of the dress – effortless. A shiver, barely noticed, when fingertips graze skin. A smile that lingers just long enough. A warmth radiating outwards, catching in the golden light. Perfect.”