Soft light, perfect smile. Blissful serenity. ✨

The wool of the throw shifts as you reach for her hand – hesitant at first, then certain. A slight turn of the wrist, knuckles exposed against your thumb. Her breath hitches; barely noticeable, just a warmth radiating outwards. A blush rises to the tip of her neck, pinking the skin beneath the collarbone. A small smile plays on her lips when your fingers tighten ever so slightly. That’s enough. Isn’t it?