Slightly breathless from perfection. ✨

The way your hand brushed her sleeve—almost accidental, yet perfectly weighted. A subtle shift in posture as you leaned closer to the window, casting a sliver of sunlight across her shoulder strap. It pooled there, warm and golden, reflecting back into your eyes. She tilted her head, answering with an unspoken invitation. The rosebud of her mouth curved ever so slightly upward when your gaze lingered on the curve of her neck. A silent agreement—this moment was meant to be savored.**