Sunlight on the skin, camera roll full of memories, and a perfectly brewed matcha latte. Doesn't get much better than this ✨

The steam from the bath clung to her hair, dampening the back of your hand as you reached for hers. A hesitant turn of the wrist – almosters than certain – and then warmth against warmth. Her breath hitched slightly, a subtle shift in the quiet that followed. A faint blush rose on her cheekbone, delicate pink against the skin of her neck. You didn’t move quite so quickly when she tilted her head up, catching the light in her dark eyes. A simple smile now.”