Feeling flawless.

The leaves rustle, a golden shower around the tires of the car. Your gaze drifts down to her shoulder, slightly tanned by the autumn sun. A slight turn of the head, just enough. A delicate shiver traces its way down her spine as your hand brushes against her arm - a hint of warmth through the cashmere. Her smile is subtle, a perfect curve for your lips. The scent of woodsmoke and leaves fills the air.