Golden hour glow ✨

The sun caught the fringe of your eyelashes as you leaned in. A slight shift, effortless grace. The silk of her dress brushed against bare skin with a whisper – a tiny shiver traced its way down the column of her spine. She didn’t move away when your hand found hers on the wicker chairing, not quite. Just a subtle turn of the head, a hint of rouge to the lips, as if daring you to linger longer. A smile then, shy and perfect.”