A/N: In light of the bad news about the curse, I decided I'd post this, even though it's not quite the way I wanted it. Oh well. It's dedicated to all the Willabethers. Curse broken or not, we still have fanfiction to make it all better.


74. Are You Challenging Me?

Are you challenging me? Her beautiful brown eyes, bright with mirth, asked as her pretty, pouted lips curved into a sarcastic half-smile. I looked back at her expectantly, my eyebrows raised. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly, her waterfall of brown hair rippling slightly from the movement. I eyed her rosy, perfectly scuplted lips again, yearning to feel them against my own. As I stared into her honey-glazed brown eyes, I chuckled on the inside. I was the one who had challenged her, but yet I was the one losing. Figures. Seeing through my mask of confidence to my weakness, Elizabeth took a step closer, her petite hand brushing over my well-defined chest. What had I been thinking? I closed my eyes, trying to resist the urge to sweep her off her feet and kiss her senseless. She chuckled unsympathetically at my internal battle, her tinkling laughter mellifluous. Opening my eyes again, I saw her face inches away from mine, her hot breath mingling with mine. Great. Slowly and torturously, she licked her lips. Why must she tease me so? I tried to clear my head, but I couldn't focus on anything but her. Suddenly, I pushed my pride aside, pulling her to me and kissing her perfect lips. My hand wove into her silky hair as she let out an amused breath. Abruptly, she pulled away, grinning slightly at her victory. I shrugged back at her, unfazed. We both knew who was putty in the other's hands.