Blissful

The water barely rose when you brushed the edge of her ankle. A ripple, small and perfect, shifted the strands clinging to damp skin. Her eyes, a brief flicker away from closing, tilted just so as your gaze landed on the curve of her neck. A subtle shift in posture – shoulders relax against the tide - and a shy smile touched her lips. The salt spray kissed the air between you both, thick with promise.