Serene.

The rose brushed your fingertips as you tilted her head back. A delicate pink bloom against the skin of her cheek, perfectly still. A slight turn of the lips – a smile that hadn’t been quite soed. Breath caught in your throat. The softest shift of weight, just enough to hint at surrender. Shiver traced down your spine as the fingers on her face tightened slightly. A warmth spread through you with every beat of her heart.”