Alex winds your hair around his finger. "What's next?"

"Well, Misty's going to help me set up an event, but I need someone to host it. Someone who's not afraid to talk on camera and who's charismatic."

"Kitten, you could've just asked. You didn't need to go through the trouble of describing me."

Your mouth falls open. The audacity. "You're too cocky for your own good."

"I don't remember you complaining about me being cocky before."

"Come to think of it, it could've been bigger-" You squeal as his fingers dig into your sides, sending ticklish shivers through you. "Stop. Stop!"

"Not until you take it back."

Youre gasping for breath between your laughs. "I take it back."

Sometime during his torture session, he'd positioned himself over you on the couch. He lowers down until his mouth is so close to yours, you can feel each breath before he reaches for the floor, pulls up the pink sticky, and sits back. "This one's mine."