Blissful.

The breeze shifted, ruffling the lace of her dress. A flush rose to her cheeks as your hand brushed against the back of that hand, resting there – slightly hesitant. A shiver traced its way down your spine as she tilted her head, eyes closing for a fraction of a second. Not quite a smile, but the hint of one, perfectly captured in the curve of her lips. That salty air smelled of you. And her. A perfect moment, almost unspoken.”