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

The warmth of the mug slips down your fingers as you turn, just so, to watch her. A slight tilt of the head, an almost imperceptible shift in posture when she catches your eye. Her lips curve ever so slightly upward at the memory – a shared laugh by the fireplace last week. Now, one hand rests casually on the back of the sofa, close enough that her sleeve brushes against your thumb. A shiver traces its way up her neck. Perfect.