Soft light, perfect angle, slightly tired but utterly radiant. Blessed to be here. ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to her dark hair. You shifted closer, hand brushing the sleeve of her robe as you reached for a towel. A slight turn of the head, then—a blush that dusted her neck like the fine mist in the air. Her breath hitched subtly when your fingers brushed hers, dry towels sliding between them. A small smile played at the corner of her lips. Perfect.