Sunlight on skin, perfectly imperfect smiles. That’s us ✨

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, a dark velvet curtained around shoulders turned just so. You shifted closer, hand brushing against the sleeve of her robe as you reached for a towel. A slight shift in posture – one hip tiltedward, a delicate blush rising up her neck. A small inhale when your thumb brushed hers, lingering on the warm skin. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but did every time.