Soft light, perfect smile. Pure bliss. ✨

The steam from the bathwafer clings to your sleeve as you reach for hers. A slight hesitation in her hand – then, the delicate curve of her wrist against yours. A silent question: acceptance? A soft exhale when your fingers brush the back of her neck, just below the nape of her tilted head. A blush that dusts the tips of her eyelashes as she turns, catching the light in those dark eyes. You hold your breath, content with the way shechesks closer.