Feeling perfect ✨

The towel warmers hummed, a low thrum against the quiet. Her fingers brushed your hand as she leaned in to adjust her dress – a slight hesitation, a perfecting of the angle. A blush dusted her cheek, barely there as light filtered through the linen curtains. Your gaze lingered on the curve of her neck, a silent question. A smile touched her lips—a subtle shift, almost unnoticed—as if agreeing to stay just a little longer.