"I can't believe you never went trick-or-treating, Will," Lizzie said, a giant bowl of full-sized candy bars in her arms. She was dressed as a fetching cat, in all black, but the ears were cute.

He, meanwhile, felt ridiculous. This outfit didn't even fit his perception of Dracula, but Lizzie had picked it out for her.

"My father was British, and my mother thought it was low-class. Plus, I was at boarding school for those prime candy-begging years."

Lizzie grabbed his cape and pulled him close, her lush mouth closing on his, and he briefly forgot about all the children that would be at his door soon. He couldn't forget the candy bowl, though, because she was still holding it tightly, and it dug into his side. He didn't care, though, not when she was making those little moaning noises in the back of her throat. She could kiss him while holding fire if she made those noises. She broke it off, and looked up at him. It made him want to kiss her again, and perhaps pull her into the bedroom, but before he could, the doorbell rang.

Darcy pulled the cape in front of him just in time.