Emma's eyes widened.
It was not until James completed his sentence that Emma could breathe once again.
"What if I propose we have a competition?" He suggested.
While one part of her was relieved to find out that proposing to her was not his current intention, another part of her told her to take the suggestion and have some competition between the two.
She tilted her head.
"Some friendly competition?" She asked.
James smirked.
"Let's go with that," he replied.
"What do I get if I win it?" Emma joked around, acting confident.
James casually answered.
"You get to decide if you win," he said.
He regained that arrogance of his, starting to boast about his achievements.
"I've never lost a competition before, so this will be no exception," he answered confidently.
He looked at Emma.
"So? Scared you're going to lose?" He asked, his signature smirk still plastered on his handsome face.
Emma smiled.
