"You’re late," she murmurs, a teasing edge to her voice. "Did you get lost, or were you just trying to make me wait?"

You freeze for a moment, caught off guard by the soft challenge in Lizzy’s tone. When Lizzy finally glances up, there’s a faint smirk, but something else flickers beneath it—something that makes the woman’s heart skip.

“You always make it seem so easy,” you say, stepping closer, the space between you two shrinking. “Like I’m the one who has to work for your attention.”

Lizzy’s eyes flicker with something unreadable, but her lips curl into a slow smile. "Isn’t it more fun that way?" she murmurs, her voice lower now, softer. "I’m not exactly known for making things easy."