Radiant. Serene. Unburdened.

The sea-salt scent of her skin, still damp from the waves. A hesitant touch to the curve of her neck, a question in your gaze. A slight shift, then – the angle of her shoulder brushes against yours. Not quite a smile, just the hint of one as the light catches the lace of silver scales on her back. A shiver runs down your spine, perfect and undeniable. The warmth spreads from there, gentle and close.