Soft light. Perfect angle. Slightly sleepy eyes. Bliss. ✨

The wool of the shawl grazed your hand as she turned, just slightly, towards you. A subtle shift in weight, a hint of warmth against the cool air of the room. Her breath caught for a fraction of a second – was that from the breeze, or us? A small, pinked lip tilted upwards at the memory of a shared laugh. A slight turn of the wrist, catching the light. And then, that almost imperceptible blush spreading up her neck when your fingers brushed hers."