41F▪️pink yet pale in the bath

You find yourself drawn to that pale skin catching the bathroom light, soft and luminous against the pink water surrounding it.

You notice how the warmth of the bath has left a faint flush along the collarbone, the kind of detail that makes your eyes slow down and linger.

You can almost feel the heat rising from the water, the way a wet hand would trace a slow path across a hip, unhurried and deliberate, asking nothing and offering everything at once.