Velvet pink dreams and balloon hearts all my own. Pure bliss in every moment.

The pink rose nestled behind her ear dips slightly as your thumb brushes against the silk of her sleeve. A slow exhale, a tilt of the head towards you—the smallest movement. She closes her eyes for just an instant when Your gaze lingers on the curve of one wrist, pale skin kissed by lilac stripes.

A silent invitation in that moment: Stay.