You and your roommate, Beau were play fighting on the carpet in the living room. Loud laughter eliciting from the two of you as you wrestled one another.

Then you managed to get an advantage, holding his wrists while you tickled him with your free hand. You thought you were winning till he wrapped his legs around you, rolling over so he laid on top of you while your hands were pinned above your head.

Both your breaths were heavy, chest heaving. “Looks like I win.” He smirked smugly.