Soft light, perfect angle, and a smile that just *gets* it ✨

The scent of rain and lavender—her skin. A brush of your hand against the back of hers as you reach for coffee. Slight shift in posture, shoulders relaxing just so. A hint of blush rises on those lovely lips – notenough to hide the curve of her lower lip. You turn slightly, tilting your head everso. She returns the glance, a ghost of a smile playing about her mouth. That’s enough. For now.