Sunlight on skin. Perfect glass of rosé. The world is ours. ✨🥂

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, tracing the curve of her neck as you leaned closer. A slight shift in her weight then – one leg tucked beneath – as your hand brushed against the sleeve of her robe. Not quite hesitant, not yet bold. Just… warmth. Her breath hitched ever so slightly when that familiar eyebrow arched. A subtle turn of the head, tilting towards the sound of your heartbeat. And a smile, delicate as rose petals, bloomed across her face.”