Soft glow ✨

The back of your hand brushes her hair – stray strands that tumbled down during the quiet - nowingled in perfect place. A slight shift, a blush to the tips of her cheeks as your gaze lingers on the rose nestled in her ribboned hair. Not quite a smile, not quite nothing at all, just a hint of warmth when your fingers brush against her sleeve. A shiver runs through her – yours, most likely.”