Cozy mornings ✨

The curve of your hand against her ankle, light and hesitant. A slight tilt of the head, a blush that dusts those beautiful eyes. The silk sheetsed around ankles, soft resistance to the touch. A shiver – not from the cold, certainly – as she traces the line of your thumb with her toe. A smile then, fleeting but perfect, when your gaze lingers just a beat too long. Deliciously vulnerable, perfectly aware. That one small movement - everything.