Radiant.

Radiant.

The waterlets ripple with your heat. A delicate shift of the wrist as you watch, fingers nearly graze a trace of dampness on the skin of her hand. The faintest curve of a smile plays about the lips when your gaze returns, slow and deliberate. A shiver, not from the cold – just the certainty of it all. A subtle turn of the head, towards the light, toward you.