it tastes like gingerbread

You notice the redhead first — that copper-bright hair catching the light like something you want to wrap around your fist.

You feel the pull of it immediately, something warm and spiced rising in your chest, lower. You want to press your mouth to the curve of her throat and find out if the rest of her tastes as rich as she looks.

You already know the answer. You can almost feel the heat of it on your tongue, sweet and sharp, the kind of taste that makes you lean in and forget every reason you had to hold back.