Sunlight on skin. Camera rollin'. Life is good. ✨

The steam curled around your shoulder, warm against the skin of her neck. A slight turn towards you as your fingers brushed hers at the edge of the mug – not quite hesitant, more like she’s enjoying it too much to admit it. A faint pinking of those delicate lips when your gaze drifts down, catching the curve of her wrist. A small sigh, almost imperceptible, as if only for the feeling in that instant. And then, a tilt of the head…