Soft light, perfect angle, a little bit of sparkle ✨ Loving these moments.

The scent of rain and lavender clung to her hair as you leaned in close. A hesitant brush of fingers against the back of your hand – just beneath where she was tracing the curve of your wrist. A slight turn of the head, eyes drifting down to catch the trace of dust on your shoulder. A small, subtle shift, a delicate tilt of the lips at the hint of warmth. Her breath caught—a delicious tremor that didn’t go unacknowledged.”