Sunlight on the skin, camera roll full of memories, and a perfectly messy bun. That's the life ✨

The warmth of the wool against your hand. A slight turn towards you as she shifted closer at the fireplace. Your thumb brushes the back of that hand – not quite hesitant. Her shoulders tighten just so, a subtle curve in her neck. A small exhale when your gaze settles on the curve of her lower lip, a hint of pink now. A delicate tilt of the head; a silent question. And then, a shy smile. Perfect.