Soft breeze, gentle warmth… a perfect moment of serenity within these sleeves.

The light caught the lace of her bra as you brushed your fingertip along the sleeve of her white glove. A small smile touched Her lips, subtle and knowing. She tilted Her head, a delicate shift that felt like silk against skin. You held Your gaze for just a beat longer than necessary. The bamboo leaves rustled outside—a silent witness to the space between you. Then, a single drift of hair fell across Her cheek as she turned towards your touch.