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She saunters inside, swaying those sexy hips of hers, and my whipped ass climbs out quickly to follow her and nearly fall over when I do. I find her in the bedroom, stripped out of her wet clothes and a fluffy towel wrapped around her.
“Aww, not fair.” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest. “You could have at least let me sneak-a-peek first.”
“You’ve had plenty of peeks at all of this, babe. Get your hormones in check. You’re a grown ass man, not a teenage boy.” The cheeky look on her face tells me she is teasing.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am,” I mock.
Alana picks up a pillow from the bed, tossing it at me. “Less of the ma’am, old man.” She snickers.
I raise my brow at her. “Old man, really?”
“Yep,” she replies smugly.
Before she can see it coming, I run at her, picking her up, I throw her on the bed. I quickly climb on top of her, sitting on her stomach, pinning her hands to the bed I start tickling her mercilessly.
“No, stop, I hate being tickled,” she squeals, squirming below me, trying to wiggle free but having no success.
I don’t stop. “Take it back.”
Alana smirks. “Make me,” she challenges.
I let go of her hands with my other hand and move the torture to her sides, continuing because I know she hates getting tickled there more than anything.
“Ezra, stop,” she begs.
She places her hands on my chest, pushing on it to try to move me off her, but she must not know her own strength because I fall onto the floor with a thud. “Ouch,” I groan.
I hear her laugh hysterically from the bed before her head pops over the side of it. “Are you okay?” she asks between chuckles.
I huff at her, throwing in a pout for good measure. “Mean.”
“I-I-I’m sorry.” She is trying her best to contain herself but failing.
I extend my hand to her. “You seem it. Help me up, please.”
She takes my hand, a mistake on her part because I pull her off the bed and on top of me, flipping us over to put her below me again. I hold her hands above her head.
“Now, what are you going to do, angel?” I smirk.
She smiles innocently at me. “Kiss you.”
She tilts her head up and presses her lips to mine. It’s a short and sweet kiss. “Am I forgiven?”
“Hmm, maybe one more.” Alana laughs, as she kisses me again, giving me what I want.
“Now you are forgiven.”
“We should probably get off the floor,” she suggests. “It isn’t very comfortable.”
I nod and climb off her. Jumping to my feet I extend my hand to help her up, bringing her to my chest and hug her. “I always feel happy when you are around bright eyes.” No one can make me smile or laugh as much as Alana can when she is around me.
“You make me happy too,” she coos, burying her face in my chest. I stroke her hair, holding her close for a minute before we part. We dry off, changing into comfortable clothes and head through to the living room.
“Can you start on the hot chocolate, please, and I will add to the fire to make it burn better?” I ask.
“Sure thing, babe,” she replies, kissing my cheek before we move in different directions.
I am eager to snuggle up in front of the fire with my girl because it is the simple things in life which make it worth it.
