Sunlight on skin. Camera rollines. Perfection. ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to the dark hair at the nape of her neck. A brush of fingers against your hand as she reached for the water glass. A slight turn of the head, just so, when you looked up. Not quite a smile – more like the curve of a perfectly formed lip, loosening as the warmth spread through her. A faint scent of lavender and skin now, after the heat. And that tiny shift in posture... was that contentment?