Copper hair spills across the pillow like something caught fire and decided to stay. Her skin is that particular pale that holds every flush, every trace of fingers, every secret the body tries to keep.

You already know what you want. The way she tilts her chin up, daring you, is its own kind of answer. Redheads don't wait to be asked twice, and she isn't waiting now.

Get closer. Run your thumb along her jaw and feel her breath shift. Whatever you thought you knew about want, she's about to correct you.