Feeling golden. ✨

The sand cool against bare feet. A hesitant brush of the hand – fingertips tracing the curve of the ankle. A slight tilt of the head, a catch in the breath. The warmth of your gaze lingering on the strap of the bra. A smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, but definitely reaches the lips. A shiver that wasn't entirely from the sunbeam breaking through the palm leaves. Perfect. Almost. More like this, always more.