i walk into the bedroom i shared with corbyn. he sat in the middle of the bed, looking nervous but smug.
"i'm not gonna beat you up because i'm not aggressive." i laugh, walking up to him.
i jump up and sit next to him.
"not aggressive like fire?" corbyn snorts.
i nod, looking over to him. suddenly, an idea forms. i smile, making him even more nervous.
i tackle him to the bed, tickling him.
"kitty! stop!" he laughs, trying to push me off.
"this is what you get for trying to tie me up!" i retort playfully.