We should kiss

You can't stop staring at the redhead, that copper hair catching light like something that was made specifically to ruin your focus.

You feel the pull before you've even processed it — the way your breath shortens, the way your hands want something to do.

You already know what you want, and the title says it plainly enough: you should kiss, mouths meeting with the kind of pressure that answers every question your body has been quietly asking since the moment you landed here.