Soft light, perfect angle, slightly smudged lipstick... bliss ✨

The scent of rain and lavender—her hair. A brush of your hand against the back of yours as you reach for coffee. She shifts slightly then, just so, a trace of silk slipping – the sleeve of her favorite blouse - revealing a hint of skin. A small exhale, almost silent, when your gaze lingers a beat longer than necessary on the curve of her neck. A subtle turn towards you; that shy smile. Warmth spreads through you, gentle and delicious.”