After setting the washing machine up, I headed back to our room and smiled as soon as I stepped inside and saw the bathroom door open. Through the crack, I could see Oakley standing at the mirror, applying some makeup.
They didn’t need it, but I loved it all the same.
They were beautiful with and without it on, and I knew they loved wearing it.
Hm. Maybe I should get them some new makeup or jewelry before I take them out on a date. Assuming they said yes to a date, anyway.
“Hey, Oak?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you, um, want to go on a date with me?”
They popped their head out of the bathroom to stare at me for a moment. “Aren’t we hiding out from my dad?”
I grimaced. “Yeah, but maybe we can go out for dinner.”
They pursed their lips. “Let me think about it.”
My heart sank. They had to think about whether or not they wanted to go on a date with me? I thought… I thought they were on the same page as me. Yes, they needed time to process, but I’d thought they wanted the same things, that they’d want to try.
A blush brush hit me in the chest, and I startled, refocusing on Oak.
They huffed at me, rolling their eyes. “I didn’t mean I have to think about saying yes or no—I thought it was obvious that I want to go out with you. I meant, let me think about what we can do on our date. I’m gonna find a way aroundall the thingsso my dad doesn’t try to arrest you or some dumb shit again.”
“Oh.”
They snorted and held their hand out at me. When all I did was stare at it in confusion, they laughed. “Throw me back my brush.”
“You shouldn’t have thrown it at me if you wanted to keep it. It’s mine now.”
They huffed again. “Throw it back.”
“Nope.” I popped the P.
They sighed, and before I registered what they were doing, they were running right at me. I yelped in surprise when they crashed into me, making me fall backwards onto the bed with them on top of me. We both laughed, and I held my hand as far above my head as I could.
They climbed up my body until their belly was in front of my face, and I only wished their shirt would hike up higher so I could see and maybe feel their skin against my face.
I moved the brush from one hand to the other, trying to keep it from them even though my face was completely squished against their shirt-covered belly. When their fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding it still, and they started plucking my fingers off the brush, I used the only tool left in my arsenal—my teeth.
I gently nibbled on their side, tasting shirt, but not caring when they started squirming even more and laughing loudly.
“Oh my—fuck!” they yelled. “Stop! Stop! That tickles.”
“Mm,” I mumbled, then spat out their shirt. “You’re ticklish?” This was amazing information to have.
“No. I’m not.”
I snorted and nibbled on them again.
“Ahhhhhhh!” They screamed like I was trying to murder them, but they were laughing too.
When I went in a third time, their legs started kicking wildly, and I was afraid they were going to knee the goods, but they quickly rolled off me without letting go of my wrist.
I tried to follow them, but I couldn’t roll with my wrists the way they were, and after a second, they managed to free the brush.
“Ah-ha!” They hopped off the bed, stepped backwards a few feet, and held the brush out in my direction like it was a sword. “Don’t come any closer.”
