<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla just couldn’t take her eyes off him, watching as he peeled the shirt off, sitting back on her heels and biting her lip. She had no idea how on earth she was going to fight him like this, or why she’d wasted her one win on such a stupid request. There was no way she was getting another one. This is the singular most poorly thought out idea you have ever had… she thought to herself, not knowing how she was supposed to take her eyes off his finely sculpted abs. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Because what I really needed was to make this more impossible on myself…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she muttered under her breath.</span>