"Then, prove it."
Those words burned with challenge in his gaze —quiet, yet intense.
Arwen stared at him, and soon the same flame reflected in her gaze. She felt the butterflies flutter down in her stomach, but more than that, she felt an urge —and an urge to really, really take up his challenge and then prove it to him.
She was not obsessed with winning the challenge … but this one she wanted to win.
Her gaze burned with equal intensity, and before she could think for even a second longer, she moved on her raw instinct.
In one swift, deliberate motion, she turned and pushed him back against the same couch she had been sitting on.
A surprised huff left his lips left his lips as he fell onto the cushions —not out of protest, but sheer surprise and anticipation.
His hands instinctively caught her waist, but she was already straddling him, knees bracketing his hips, and her body pressed over his.
