Soft light, perfect angle, slightly tilted head. Bliss. ✨

The steam from the bath rising slowly, clinging to the dark hair at her neck. You shifted slightly closer, hand brushing against the sleeve of her robe as you reached for a towel. A slight turn of the head, just so, catching the light in the amberine. Her lips tilted upward almost imperceptibly – a hint of warmth when your thumb grazed her shoulder blade. A delicate shiver traced down her spine; a silent acknowledgement. And then, another shift, that familiar pull...