Ethereal. ✨

Dust motes danced in the light of your gaze. A slight tilt of her head as she turned, a blush to the tips of her lips, a hint of warmth against the cool air. Her dress caught at the hem – barely noticed, perhaps, except for the way it brushed your hand when you leaned closer. A shiver that wasn’t from the breeze. Just…you. The world narrowed to the curve of her neck, the scent of summer and rosewater. A smile bloomed as she met your eyes—and lingered.”