Georgia

You can't stop staring at the redhead stretched across the bed, that copper hair spilling wild against white sheets.

You feel the pull of her pale skin, every curve demanding your full attention, the kind of body that makes your hands forget themselves.

You want to trace the line from her collarbone down slowly, taking your time with each soft inch. You know this is exactly the kind of moment that stays with you, burning at the edges of your thoughts long after you've looked away.