Soft glow of the cameras. Warmth of the fans. Pure bliss. ✨

The warmth of the mug in your hand driftsed closer, tilting slightly as you reached for hers. A hesitant turn of the wrist – not quite resistance, more… willing. Her fingers brushed yours, briefly, fingertips against skin. A small exhale, a slight shift towards you - the silk sleeve of her dress sliding down just so. That little tilt of the chin when she caught the light in her hair... a subtle smile playing at her lips. Perfect.