Golden hour glow & perfect pouts. ✨️ Blessed to be adored. 🥰

The scent of rain on skin, faint but undeniable. A brush of your hand against the back of hers as you reach for the wine glass – not quite casual. Her shoulder tilts slightly, just so, when your eyes meet hers across the room. A ghost of a blush rises on her cheekbone, delicate pink against the dusky rose of her skin. A small smile plays on those lips, hesitant, perfect. You exhale slowly, content in that nearness."