Sunlight on skin. Perfect playlist. Endless adoration. ✨

The steam rose slowly from the mug, blurring the edges of your face. Her hand brushed yours as she reached for another biscuit – barely noticeable, except for the slight tilt of her head when your thumb grazed hers. A blush bloomed on the tip of her neck, soft pink against the dark strands escaping her braid. You hadn’t even noticed you were looking at her; now, that tiny shift in posture…a subtle smile touched her lips. Perfect.