Radiant.

The light catches the lace as you tilt your head. A slight curve of her lip, just a hint of pink against the dark brown. A shiver runs down your spine – not from the cool breeze rustling through the leaves, but from that smile. Her sleeve brushes against your hand when she leans in close to watch the sunset, a delicate touch, easily missed if you weren’t paying attention. A perfect, unspoken invitation."