A redhead on top of you all night is a great night in idea

You've got a redhead straddling your lap, and the night suddenly has nowhere else to be.

You feel the weight of wanting settle into your chest as those copper waves fall forward, brushing your skin like something deliberate. You trace the curve of a waist built to hold your hands, and your pulse answers before your brain does. You notice the way eye contact turns into a dare you're not going to refuse.

You stay exactly where you are, pinned beneath something better than any plan you had. You already know how this night ends.