Sunlight on skin. Camera rollines. Life is good. ✨

The warmth of the wool against your hand as you reach for hers, hesitant. A slight turn of the wrist, just so, exposing the curve of her forearm. A flush rises at the nape of her neck, barelychesed by the light from the fireplace. She doesn’t pull away when your thumb brushes the silk of her sleeve – not quite. Just a subtle shift in posture, shoulders relaxing slightly. A small smile plays on those lips as she looks up, into your eyes, and lets go."