Sunlight on skin, perfect hair, best life. ✨️

The steam from the bathwafered your cheek. A hesitant hand raised, fingers brushing against the curve of your chin. Slight shift in posture – she leaned just so, slightly closer. A tiny blush dusted the tips of her lips as you traced the line of one—a breathy inhale when your thumb brushed past. A subtle turn of the head, eyes closing for that fraction of a second… then, a sleepy smile at which to linger.