Sunlight on skin. That perfect angle. ✨

The scent of rain and cedarwood—her hair. A brush of the hand against your sleeve as she turns, just below the elbow. A slight shift in posture, shoulders relaxing into yours when you glance over. A subtle turn of the mouth, a hint of a smile that lingers longer than necessary. A faint blush rising up the neck now, catching the light from the flickering candle. Her breath warm on your wrist. Perfect.