Golden hour glow ✨

The rose scent of her dress drifts close. A slight tilt of the head, eyes to your hand – fingers tracing the curve of a shoulder. A blush that’s more peach than pink on those upturned lips. The sea air catches in strands of hair escaping her loose braid as she shifts slightly, closer. That gentle warmth radiating outwards, settling just so. A shiver, perhaps? Or simply contentment. And then, the faintest hint of a smile when your gaze lingers.”