Sunlight on skin. Perfect glass of rosé. A little bit of bliss. ✨

The steam from the bath rose, clinging to the dark hair at the nape of her neck. You shifted closer, hand brushing against the sleeve of her robe as you reached for a towel. A slight turn of the head, then, when your fingers grazed the curve of her shoulder – a subtle shift in resistance, not quite willing. A small smile touched her lips as she turned towards you, eyes half-closed. That almost-smile...perfect.