Soft light, perfect angle. Pure bliss being us. ✨

The steam from the tea curls around your shoulder, barely reaching you as she turns. A slight shift in posture – one footed slightly closer. Your gaze drifts down, catching the curve of her ankle, bare skin warmed by the heat. A delicate tilt of the head, just so, as your thumb brushes against that toe. A subtle smile graces Her lips, a tiny upturning of the mouth. That’s enough. Perfect.