Pure. 🌊

The waterletsed against the skin of your hand as it rests near her collarbone. A slight turn, a hesitant tilt of the head – eyes brushed against the edge of the necklace, tiny rhinestones catching the light. A shiver, not quite from the cold. More like the delight that always follows when she smiles - a shy curve to the lips, and then, just as quickly, it’s gone. But the warmth lingers on your fingertips…