Georgia

You can't stop staring at that redhead, her copper waves catching the light like something that was never meant to be ignored.

You feel the pull of her gaze before anything else — direct, unhurried, daring you to look away first. You notice the pale curve of her collarbone, the way her skin holds a warmth that contradicts how coolly she watches you.

You already know this is the kind of woman who stays in your head long after the screen goes dark. You want your hands where your eyes keep landing.