Sunlight on skin. Perfume in the air. The adoration is real. ✨

The steam from the bath rose slowly, clinging to the dark hair at the nape of her neck. Your hand brushed the edge of her wrist as you reached for the towel, barely dry. A subtle shift in her shoulders - a slight turn towards you. Her fingers tightened slightly on the soft cashmere robe, almost without noticing. A small, quiet sigh escaped her lips – not quite a sound, more like warmth radiating outwards. And then, that tilted head…