Sunlight on skin, sound of the crowd, pure bliss ✨

The steam curled around your shoulder, warm against the skin of her neck. A slight turn towards you as you shifted closer, bare arms brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. A subtle shift in thatness – not quite reluctant, more like willing. Her breath hitched when your fingers grazed hers, tracing the curve of her wrist. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth, just for you. That perfect tilt of the head...and then, another curl of steam.