When I roll to my back again, he’s still glaring at me, except now he’s got his arms folded over his chest.
Gasping for breath, I say, “Oh God, that was amazing. You should’ve seen yourself. If there really was a fire, you could’ve put it out with your terrifying karate hands.”
After another moment of narrow-eyed annoyance, he leaps on top of me with a roar and starts to tickle me, digging his fingers between my ribs.
“No! No tickling!” I scream, which only makes him tickle me harder.
When I shout, “Mercy!” he relents. Capturing my wrists, he presses my arms over my head and holds them against the pillow as he smiles down at me, his eyes soft and warm.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself, sensei.”
“You spent the night.”
“I did. And narrowly escaped death by crushing with some fast thinking.”
“Yes.
