Being stuck home alone with James Windsor was nothing short of a nightmare.

But, of course, your parents and his had some important event to attend, and since the Windsors’ house was apparently more convenient, you got stuck here. Alone. With him.

James took this as an opportunity. Not to be a good host, obviously, but to make your life a living nightmare.

And somehow… just by pure accident, you found yourself on the couch, fighting with him.

He gasped dramatically. “Me? Ruin your night? I’d never—”

Before he could finish, you grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him with it.

Big mistake.

His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, it’s on.”

In an instant, he tackled you onto the couch, pinning you under him. His hands darting to your sides as he relentlessly poked at your ribs. You shrieked, trying to squirm away, but James was relentless.

“Say you love me,” he teased, fingers never stopping.

“Never!” you gasped through laughter, struggling to push him off.

“Say I’m your favorite Windsor.”

“Absolutely not—”

“Say I’m the best-looking person you’ve ever met.” he teased again, tickling you.