Sun-kissed skin, perfect waves, and endless adoration. ✨

The steam curled around your shoulder, barely reaching the tips of her dark hair. A slight shift as you leaned closer, hand brushing against the sleeve of her dress – just above the wrist. Her breath hitched—a quiet sound lost in the gentle clinking of glasses. A subtle turn of the head, eyes closing for a fraction of a second when your fingers brushed hers. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth then; a silent acknowledgment, perfectly imperfect.”