Soft light, soft heart. ✨

The silk of the dress brushed against bare legs as you leaned closer. A slight tilt of the head, a trace of pink on her lips when she turned to meet your gaze. A shiver traced down the spine with each breath. Lightly, fingers grazed the back of her hand – not quite a touch, more like a warmth. The delicate flutter of eyelashes as she smiles at something you said - perhaps only yourself. A soft blush dusted her cheeks. Perfect.”