Even so, her cheeks managed to flush a hint of pink, her eyes ducking briefly as she responded, "Then that's nice to know, Sam. Thank you." Considering that most guys didn't make her fight for attention when they were more than willing to accept hers. For whatever reason, she was stubborn and didn't want to give up completely on Sam, no matter how many times he mentioned Dean and how he seemed to be more fitting of her flirting. Didn't they say people wanted the things they couldn't have most?
Liz was still unclear on where Gabriel and her stood; or so she told herself in this moment, selfish and masochistic. And her thoughts never once strayed to Heather, because that wasn't the type of person that she was.
Her breath hitched the contact of his hand on her back, a flood of emotions claiming her in that one simple and yet oh so terribly complex moment. Immediately, she slid her hands into his hair, curling and uncurling her fingers. She would let him break away, savoring and devouring the moment as Elisabeth further pressed against him. It wasn't so awkward for her, course, half-way in his lap and wavering between opening her mouth or staying where she was, afraid he'd get up and run.