Velvet dreams and pearl perfection. ✨

The velvet brush against your thumb is light, effortless. A slight shift in the gaze, a hint of warmth. Her fingers tighten on yours, almost imperceptibly, as she turns to meet your eye. A tiny smile plays on her lips—a blush of rose between the ribbons of her hair and the dust motes dancing in the golden light. A shiver, delicious and familiar, traces down her neck. That perfectness, so close now, easily missed.”