Georgia

You can't take your eyes off the redhead standing in the doorway, that copper hair catching the light like something that was never meant to be ignored.

You feel the pull of her before you've even processed the details — the curve of her waist, the way her skin seems lit from within, warm and inviting in a way that makes your throat tighten.

You want to close the distance between you and her, slowly, letting the anticipation build until it becomes almost unbearable.