Sunlight on skin, that's it. That’s everything. ✨

The steam from the bath clings to Her hair, now. A delicate dampness that catches in the light as you trace the curve of Her neck. She hadn’t moved when You brushed your hand against hers – just a slight shift inward, a subtle turn towards warmth. Now, a blush rises to Her cheeks, soft pink against the peach skin. A small smile plays at the corner of Her mouth, matching the quiet contentment of Your gaze. Perfect.