Sunlight on skin, camera flash - perfection ✨️

The wool of the throw shifted as you leaned closer, hand brushing against your arm. A slight turn of the head, just so, catching the light in the strands of hair that escaped her braid. A subtle shift – not quite a sigh, more like warmth settling deeper when the contact was made. Her knuckles grazed your thumb; a delicate resistance. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth then, and for a heartbeat, the world felt only like this: close, warm, perfect.