Serenity. ✨

The sleeves fall back, just so, revealing the curve of her shoulder. A faint blush rises to your cheek as you reach for a stray strand, fingers light against the silk. A shiver traces down the column of her neck, not from the evening breeze, but perhaps from that touch. Her gaze lifts, hesitant, then settles on yours – a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. The salty air smells of summer and unspoken desires.