Soft light, perfect angle. Just a little bit of magic ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to the dark hair at the nape of her neck. A brush of fingers against your hand as she reached for the water glass – hesitant, almost. A slight turn of the head, just so, when you looked away, catching the light in the amber depths of her eyes. A small smile played on those lips then, barely noticed amongst the warmth. A shiver traced its way down her spine—a delicious acknowledgement of you.