Serene.

The sea-foam kissed her ankle. A slight turn of the head, then—a tilt of the lips at your gaze. The silk straps of the dress slipped a little more loose with each wave, catching on the light. An exhale, delicate as the sand between toes. A shiver traced down her spine, not from the cold – just the warmth radiating outwards, reaching for the edges of her awareness. A smile, shy and perfect, as your fingertips grazed hers.”