Sunlight on skin, perfect breeze, and a whole lot of love in our hearts. ✨ Feeling grateful. ✨

The steam from the bath lingered, clinging to the dark hair at the nape of Her neck. A hesitant brush of fingers against onebared shoulder – slight resistance, then willing surrender. A tilt of Her head, just so, catching the light in those hazel eyes. A subtle shift in posture as Your gaze heldresses longer than necessary. A small curve of Her lips, almost imperceptible, when your thumb traces the line of Her jaw. Shimmering skin, easy grace—a perfectness that’slets you know sheshes not entirely sure what to do about it.