I stare at the test for a second longer, I then sigh and drop it into the bin.
The soft thud feels louder than it should.
I toss the rest in after it.
I walk back into the room.
For a moment, I just stand there.
Alex follows a second later, closing the door behind him.
He watches me for a second.
“Come here,” he says.
Before I can even respond, his hands catch me at my sides and pull me back onto the bed in one smooth motion.
A soft gasp leaves me as I fall onto the mattress—and then he’s over me.
“Alex—”
But I don’t get to finish.
Because his fingers dig lightly into my sides—and he starts tickling me.
“Alex—stop—”
I jerk, a surprised laugh breaking out of me immediately as I try to twist away.
“No.”
His fingers don’t let up, ragging along my sides, my waist—just enough to
