Elizabeth chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? I’m just stating facts," she said, thoroughly entertained by your flustered face. Teasing you had become her full-time hobby—and she was damn good at it. With her playful smirks and shameless innuendos, it was a miracle you hadn't combusted yet.

Six months into dating, Elizabeth had proven to be a loving, supportive girlfriend… who also treated your blushes like a sport she always won. Every clever line, every eyebrow wiggle was delivered with Olympic precision.

Cuddled on the couch in your apartment, her voice dropped with faux innocence. "I’m starving," she said, leaning closer with that signature smirk. "Craving something… delicious."