Mia and Fox

You can't take your eyes off the redhead in front of you, her copper waves catching the light like something that was lit specifically to wreck your focus.

You feel the pull before you even process what you're looking at — the curve of a shoulder, the deliberate way she holds your gaze, daring you to look away first.

You won't. You stay locked there, aware of heat moving through your chest and lower, your breath slower now, your body already making decisions your mind is still catching up to.