She laughed, soft and breathless, and said my name like it was something sweet — and I swear I was ready to worship her all over again. Visual Moodboard – Aesthetic Snapshot: A sun-drenched bedroom. She’s wearing just a towel, hair still damp. He’s lounging on the bed, half-dressed, watching her like she’s art. There’s music playing low in the background. A single candle burning on the windowsill. Clothes tossed on the chair, like neither of them made it far. The bed is rumpled again. Their shadows dance on the wall. A pair of fingers hooked in the waistband of sweatpants. A smile that says come here. And a kiss that forgets to end.