Serene.

The sea breeze caught the strands of her hair, each droplet a tiny sparkle against skin already dusted with stardust. A hesitant touch to the curve of her neck, and she tilted just so – cheek brushed lightly on your collar. A shiver traced its way down her spine, subtle as the tide. Not quite a smile, but the hint of one when your gaze lingered a beat longer than expected. A perfectness in the stillness, held by the light.