Starlight on our skin💫
The warm water enveloped us like a small world of our own. The bathtub was filled to the brim with fragrant foam, and through the skylight countless stars twinkled into the night.
You lean back, your head on my shoulder. For a moment we say nothing. We only hear the gentle lapping of the water and the wind outside that sweeps across the roofs.
With one hand I draw some foam over your arm and begin to massage it gently. You smile, close your eyes, and enjoy the peace. The closeness between us feels natural – warm, familiar, and at the same time exciting.
Above us, clouds slowly move past the stars. Their light reflects on the surface of the water. Our knees touch under the foam, and every small smile, every fleeting glance carries that soft crackling within it that neither of us needs to express.
"Look," you whisper, and point upwards.
A shooting star streaks across the sky.
We both make a wish, but don't reveal it. Perhaps because we already know that this moment itself is a small wish that has come true.
The water had meanwhile cooled a bit, but between us lay a warmth that had nothing to do with the bathtub.
Outside, the stars shone through the skylight, while inside only the candlelight danced across the foam. You turn slightly towards me, so close that I can feel your breath on my skin.
For a moment, the stars lose their significance.
My hand finds yours, and our f****rs intertwine under the water. You smile that small, uncertain smile that immediately takes my breath away. It's not the touch itself that makes the moment special – it's everything that resonates within it.
We barely speak. Words would only disturb.
Instead, our gazes rest on each other. Every second seems to last longer than usual. The soft crackling between us fills the space as if it were its own language.
You rest your head on my shoulder. I gently stroke through your hair as we look up at the stars together. The world outside the bathroom suddenly feels very far away.
And when you snuggle a little closer to me, it feels as though the night had only one purpose: to give us this moment.
