Sunlight on skin. Camera rollin'. Pure bliss. ✨

The steam from the bath clings to Her hair, soft against Your hand as It restsches near Her neck. A slight turn of Head, then—a blush that dusts Her cheekbones, subtle pink in the dim light. A shift inward when your fingers brush those trailing strands, almost imperceptible. A smile plays at Her lips, not quite for you, perhaps, but certainly for the warmth radiating out from You. That deliciousness lingers...