Sunlight on skin. Perfect playlist. A feeling of pure bliss. ✨

The wool of the cable knit sweater brushed your hand as you leaned in close. A slight shift, just enough that she caught the curve of your shoulder blade. Her breath hitched—a tiny sound lost in the crackle of the firelight. A subtle turn of the head, eyes closing for an instant as if daring to linger longer. That almost imperceptible tilt of the lips when you smiled back – a shy acknowledgement, perfectlyed. Shimmering warmth spread through the stillness between them."