Elisabeth slowly stood, leaned into him with her whole body, put her lips to his ear, and nibbled softly on his earlobe.
He wanted to curse Elisabeth and blame her for the whole mess, though he knew it was entirely his fault.
Even while driving the redhead home, he could not get Elisabeth out of his head.
Elisabeth sat on a bench with her back to him.
Elisabeth blushed and loosened her grip on the sketchpad.
My name is Elisabeth Sidwell.
Elisabeth means 'God's promise'.
I've just come from the park where I met Elisabeth Sidwell.
Jackson closed his eyes, fearing his heart held nothing Elisabeth would desire.
Elisabeth didn't seem to notice.
Finally Elisabeth said, "Our port is here." and pulled away.
However, he was confident that Elisabeth cared for him, and for now, that would be enough.
She grabbed his shoulders, gyrated a bit and squealed, No, Jackson and Elisabeth are.
Jackson had hoped to make plans with Elisabeth, but he couldn't very well ask her over and say, "Don't mind the steel shutters on all the windows."
Sarah yelled, Bring Elisabeth for dinner on Saturday.
Elisabeth entered the room, and once again took his breath away.
As they approached it, Elisabeth let out a whistle.
Elisabeth wondered whether he meant that she liked cars or that she could whistle like a guy.
Elisabeth stood, transfixed on the brilliant vista.
Elisabeth peeked in the basket.
Elisabeth quipped, "A little over the top for a picnic, wouldn't you say?"
As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.
Elisabeth, what kind of car do you drive?
Elisabeth took a step back and looked at him quizzically.
Elisabeth touched his face.
After about a half hour of walking around trying to take everything in, Elisabeth said, "Pick one for yourself."
Really Elisabeth, that's one of your favorites.
Normally he wouldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about his next meal, but Elisabeth filled his thoughts so completely, there was no room for anything else.
He sat up in bed a long time picturing Elisabeth as she created the oil.
Elisabeth pulled into the drive at three minutes to six.
Elisabeth Sidwell… Sarah Carrington.
Elisabeth noted the different last name.
Elisabeth appraised Jackson then Sarah.
Sarah was asking Elisabeth about her art when she stopped mid-sentence, spotting her feet.
As she was practically being dragged up the stairs, Elisabeth looked back at Jackson.
He had not realized until this moment how important it was that Sarah and Elisabeth like each other.
Elisabeth started towards her.
He knew she really wanted to tell him everything she had learned about Elisabeth, which was probably a great deal.
Elisabeth sat next to Jackson.
She would have liked Elisabeth as much as Sarah did.
Elisabeth must have noticed his intensity of thought.
As they walked from room to room, Elisabeth seemed to be more than impressed, especially at the artwork.