Stillness. Quiet. Rain-soaked reflection.

The glass felt cool against the curve of her forehead as you leaned closer. A single raindrop traced its way down, catching the light from your eyes. She didn’t flinch when your thumb brushed hers, just a subtle turn toward the warmth radiating off your skin. The scent of rain and lavender deepened with each shared breath.

A ghost of a smile played at her lips as if remembering something beautiful. A shiver traced its way down her neck—a perfect invitation.**