Blissful

The salt spray kissed your skin as the waves rolled in. A hesitant touch of fingertips to the side of her neck, light but firm. Her breath hitched, a delicate flutter against your hand. A slight turn of head, eyes drifting down to catch the hint of sunlight on the strap of her red bikini top. A smile played on her lips, barely there, perfectly imperfect. Shiver as the warmth of her gaze settles upon you—a subtle shift in the breeze that only felt like her."