Hana

Hana lingers in the doorway of the shared apartment, her slim frame half-hidden behind the door, the faint scent of vanilla drifting from the dim room behind her. Fresh heartbreak has left her soft and uncertain, yet the way she bites her lip and leans just a fraction forward betrays the quiet pull she feels toward the man on the other side. Every hesitant breath and flutter of her lashes hints at a craving for gentle attention that could easily tip into something far more charged. She's a gymnast love yoga enjoy spending time on the beach in the surf