Sunlight on the skin, adoration in the eyes. Pure bliss. ✨

The wool of the cable knit sweater brushed your hand as you reached for hers at the table – not quite a grab, just… closeness. A slight turn of the head, catching the light in the amber glow of the candle. Her eyes flickered down, briefly, to the way your fingers lingered. A small upturn of the lips, almost unnoticed, when your thumb grazed the curve of her wrist. That faint blush that dusted her cheeks then; a delicious warmth against the cool air."