Redheads taste better… it’s proven

That copper hair catches the light like something burning slowly, and you can't look away. She knows exactly what she's doing — the way she tilts her chin, daring you to close the distance between you.

You reach out, fingers brushing the warm skin of her jaw, and she exhales just enough to make your pulse spike. The freckles scattered across her collarbone form a map you suddenly need to memorize with your mouth.

She tastes like something you won't find a word for until much later — sharp and sweet and impossible to stop thinking about once you've had the first taste.